A gasp escaped my mouth at these words. His words where dirty and I had never been spoke to like that before. I liked it. It was hot and felt myself getting wet as his hands roamed over the soft silk of my nightgown.
“Shh..” I said. “Mom and dad are asleep inside.”
He moaned at my response. He took a few steps forward and moved backward with him. I felt him lift me up and place me on the rail of the porch. He pulled my nightgown up passed my waist and my naked bottom pressed against the rail. Jon kissed me and it was messy and lustful. I heard the zipper of his pants come down. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard cock. It was long, hard, and thick. I wanted to stop and I meant to stop. Just a little more groping I said to myself. Just a little more kissing and touching then I’ll stop before it goes too far out here in the open where we could get caught. Then Jon grabbed his hard shaft and placed the tip inside my wet pussy. I should have closed my legs and said “no we can’t,” but instead I opened them wider. His hands grabbed my hips as he looked down and watched as he pushed his cock slowly deeper within me. I sighed loudly at the feeling. It was too late. There was no stopping this. He was already inside me so I might as well enjoy it instead of stopping it. I could feel guilt and shame later I told myself.
“Oh fuck Rose. Mmm your pussy is so tight. Fuck you feel good,” he whispered in my ear.
I put my arms around his neck and hung on to him as he moved in and out of me. The reality that I was fucking my stepbrother hit me hard. Though this seemed like a stranger to me. He had changed so much. He was so damn hot now. His body was that of a hard man.
“Yes, fuck me, fuck me,” I whispered.
Jon moved in and out faster and faster. I moaned and grabbed his shirt tightly in my little fists. Then we both were startled by a noise from the distance. We could see headlights coming down the road. It was probably the neighbor. Jon pulled out quickly.
“Shit. Go inside quickly and be fucking quiet. Got damn it what have you done to me. Get out of here,” he said sternly.
His words cut through me like ice. I held back tears. I was the victim here if anyone was. I jumped off the rail and pulled my nightgown down and ran off inside. I quietly went through the house and into my bedroom. I closed my door lightly, locked it behind me, and then cried myself to sleep. What had I done and why was he such a dick to me? I hated him. I hated him now more than I ever had when I was younger.
The late morning came and I dreaded getting out of bed. Mostly I was just embarrassed to see Jon again. I pulled on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a fitted shirt. I pulled on sensible but stylish leather boots and topped it off with a jacket. I would spend as much time outside and away from the house as much as possible today.
“Rose! Hurry up you don’t want to miss out on breakfast,” my mother yelled at me from the kitchen.
No I did not want to because I was famished after drinking whiskey and being emotionally exhausted. I went into the kitchen ready to avoid Jon at all cost. I walked in and my mother and stepfather were at the table but not Jon. I was relieved. My mother said he had gone into town and would be back later. I hoped he wouldn’t be back at all after what he had said to me. Then again, a part of me longed to finish what we had started.
After breakfast I took a walk around the neighborhood alone. I ran into my friend Michael. He was a cute waiter from a restaurant I went to alot. I was excited and thrilled. He was gorgeous and my age. It was a good distraction from my lust for my brother and the shame that went along with it. He was dressed in tight jeans and a straw and well-worn cowboy hat with a snap shirt and worked in boots.
We walked and talked. He was funny and charming and very good to look at, but I kept thinking about my brother. I felt as though I was in danger that no other fuck would be good enough for me. After last night’s hot encounter no other man could ever make me feel as dirty because they were not partially related to me. I felt like a dirty whore for thinking that way, it repulsed me and turned me on at the same time. Then something caught my eye as we walked around. It was my stepfather’s car and I knew exactly who was driving it. I made sure to walk in clear view of the car with Michael. I wanted Jon to see us together. That would show him. Later, I found out it worked.
That evening we sat around the dinner table eating and making light conversation. I never made eye contact with Jon once. It was hard because I wanted to look at him and look at his hard body. I forced myself not to.
“Did Rose tell you she got into the University of Chicago? She starts in the fall,” my mother said.
“Oh did they lower their grade requirements,” Jon said. Then he laughed amused with himself.
“Jon, don’t tease your sister like that. She’s very smart and accomplished,” my stepfather said coming to my rescue as he always did.
I looked at Jon and narrowed my eyes at him. I hated him. He was mean. I hated him because he was disrespectful and treated me badly. I hated him because he was hot as fuck and I wanted him inside me again. I hated my own body for responding to him. He didn’t deserve a wild and taboo sexual escapade with me.
“Yes, she is. You two should spend more time together. Jon you are only here for a week and then you run off to Europe again. You two should be closer,” my mom said.
“That’s a good idea. You two should do some yard work tomorrow while your mother and I are out furniture shopping. I’ll leave a list of chores on the table in the morning,” my stepfather said.
Both Jon and I groaned like the children we were about doing chores. My stepfather was adamant that we pitch in and do them. I rolled my eyes and agreed to it. I didn’t know how we would get through the day with out punching or fucking each other. It would be impossible.
CHAPTER FOUR
Turn
The next morning I took a long shower and took my time getting dressed. We ate breakfast together, the whole family then our father walked us out to the yard and showed us what he wanted done. I really didn’t pay attention. Then our father left and went back to the house to drive our mother into town. I was cold to Jon and didn’t acknowledge him.
“Who was that guy you were with yesterday?” he asked.
I looked at him in stony silence and walked away. I would do my work in silence.
“I’m talking to you. Don’t ignore me,” he said sternly.
“Don’t fucking call me that you asshole. Don’t even talk to me after the other night. You disgust me!” I yelled at him.
He walked briskly over to my side and pulled me by the arm. He turned me around to face him and said, “I’m sorry okay. I couldn’t fucking help it. If you want to hate me you can hate me just keep it a secret. Don’t open your fucking mouth. Do you hear me?”
With that remark I slapped him hard across the face. His face turned with the force of it. When he turned back toward me he had a dark and hateful look on his face. I was frightened. I could see the red of the slap on his cheek. I regretted it for a second. He pushed his hand into my hair and tugged on it. My head went back in response. Then the look on his face softened and once again, he kissed me. I lost my breath as his tongue explored my mouth. My body was betraying me and was aroused. I wanted it to not be so. He picked me up, cradling me like a baby and laid me down in the grass. I was doomed.
He kissed my mouth and then his kisses trailed down my neck and between kisses he said, “Forgive me, I can’t stop. I can’t fucking stop.”
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. He moaned in response. He pulled my shirt off me and then unhooked my bra letting my breasts go free. He pulled back to get a better look and inhaled deeply at the sight of me. It made me feel good. I was well developed and my breasts were full and heaving. He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it lightly while massaging the other breast with his large hand. I ran my hand through his hair and pulled on it lightly. I loved his hair. I ran my hand down his back and found the hem of his shirt and pulled it upwards. He sat up and pulled it off entirely. Now in front of me
was his hard toned chest with soft curls that ran down into his pants. My mouth fell open at the sight of him. I was beyond turned on by the visual of him. It was so hot. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off with his boxers. Seeing him made me remember that we were out in the open in the barn. What if our parents showed up. He unzipped my pants and pulled them off with panties and my shoes. Now I too was naked. Jon put his mouth on my stomach and ran it down over my full hips and thighs. Then he went further to my inner thigh and licked and kissed. I was hot with anticipation. I spread my thighs wider and his head moved to my center. His tongue licked the slick cleft of my pussy and I moaned loudly. I could not hold it in. He licked and tasted me until I was on the verge of screaming. He sucked on my clitoris and rolled his tongue over it and I felt the sensation like a strong tickle run through my body. I was on the brink and finally released myself with a loud yell. If anyone was in the house, they definitely would hear it.
“Shh… want to get caught? Be quiet,” Jon said.
He moved and positioned himself on top of me between my legs. I felt foggy brained and my body convulsed in orgasm. Then I felt his hard and fat cock enter me. I gasped at the feeling. He slid right in because I was so wet. He stopped once he reached the furthest depth of me and moaned.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he said. “Don’t move.”
I stayed still as he commanded because I did not want him to cum. I wanted him to pound me. I waited until he had it under control. Then he looked at me and said, “This is really wrong.”
“I know, but we can’t stop now. What’s the point?” I said breathlessly.
“You’re right,” he said as he moved slowly. He looked down at me as his locks fell over his eyes and made him look sexier than ever. His hips moved in rhythm with my body and I wrapped my legs around him pulling him hard and deep within me. He moaned at my eagerness. The hay was in my hair and in his and there was something wild about being in such an outdoor environment. Jon pulled my legs from his waist and sat up on his knees. He moved both my legs straight up against his hard chest and my legs closing made my pussy squeeze his cock. He groaned loudly and then began to pound me harder and harder. His skin slapped against mine and I was on the brink of another orgasm. I stared at him and the image of him is what set me over the edge. I would never get enough of looking at him. He had become a very fine man. My back arched as my body convulsed into another orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Jon said.
He pulled out this time. He grabbed his cock in his hand and released his milky white juices all over my tits. I could tell he was enjoying it. Then he collapsed in the grass beside me. We laid there breathless for a few minutes.
“You have to promise to keep this a secret,” he said.
“I will if you stop being so mean to me. Why do you tease me like that? It’s always hurt me,” I said.
“Don’t you know now?” he asked.
“No, what?”
“I’ve always wanted you. When your mother married my father I was angry. You were hot as shit even then at fifteen. I would jerk off thinking about you in the next room almost every night. Teasing you was the only way I knew how to cover up my lust for you,” he said.
“Oh? I see,” I said confused and shocked.
“You were too young then. I couldn’t say a word. That’s why I went so far away to school. It’s even wrong now, but you’re a woman now. I’m sorry as shit. I really am, but I can’t help myself. Four years of repressing it. If they hadn’t married I would have tried to fuck you like you were just some girl I met. Then they married and fucked it all up.”
“What now?” I asked.
“It’s our secret. We can do this forever. I know I can. It has to be a secret. I’ll stop the teasing,” he said.
“Okay,” I agreed.
We put our clothes back on and continued with the yard work. We only did half the work because it would be too obvious if we did everything. Our parents would know that something was up if we didn’t be a little lazy and slack off. So we only did half and then we went inside and showered. When our parents came back we were watching a movie and eating snacks.
Jon went outside with his father to show him what we did in the yard and what we didn’t do. My mom asked me to help her in the kitchen. I couldn’t make eye contact with her at all. Though she didn’t seem to notice because she was yapping away gossiping about the friends they visited earlier in the day. I got away with nodding my head and a few comments while I diced some vegetables. Then we all sat down to dinner again. Jon and I were getting better at pushing the thoughts of fucking each other out of our minds when we were with the parents. For the first time we were able to take part in conversation and not give anything away. Later that night I went to bed early. A few hours later Jon joined me in my room. He walked in and locked the door behind us.
“They went to sleep,” he said.
“I was just about to take a shower,” I said.
“Don’t let me stop you,” he said.
I smirked and took off all my clothes standing in front of him. Then I walked to my bathroom and turned on the hot shower. Jon followed me. I stepped into the shower and slowly washed my body in the steaming shower. I lathered up with soap and made suds on my body. Jon stood there watching. He looked at me up and down. At first I kept it to slow washing. I rubbed my hands over my arms and legs and my stomach. Then I moved my hands up to my breasts and washed them. Then moved my hand to my pussy and rubbed it. I massaged and washed. Then I found my clitoris and rubbed it in circles. I threw my head back and enjoyed touching myself. Soon I was climaxing. I moaned and forced myself to be quiet.
Jon watched and then undressed himself. He stepped into the shower and began to touch my wet body. He licked and kissed me. I put a small amount of soap on my hand and rubbed it on his cock. He moaned in response. I never in a million years thought I would be showering with my stepbrother, and yet here I was doing exactly that. I rubbed him slowly and prolonged the massage. Then I moved faster and faster. Then he exploded into orgasm. His warm juices covered my stomach and then the running water washed it all off. Jon leaned against the wall as he enjoyed his climax. I continued my shower and lathered and shampooed my hair. A few moments later we toweled off. Jon snuck back to his bedroom and I went to the kitchen for a snack. I went to the laundry room and looked at the washer, where it had all started. It was only a few days ago that he had tongued me there, but it seemed like forever. I laughed at myself and the absurdity and dangerous levels that my life had come to was beyond anything I could ever imagine. I pushed the thought of getting caught and the shame and guilt that would come with it out of my mind. I made myself a sandwich and ate it in bed. Then I fell asleep.
For next week we spent almost every day fucking right under our parents’ noses. We got very good at it and never got caught. We even managed to fuck in our parent’s bed one day when they were at a friend’s house. That fuck was the hottest of my entire life. Probably because it was the most sinful thing we could possibly do in our parents house.
Finally after our couple of weeks of fucking, Jon went back to Europe. In the fall I went to college. When it was time for winter break I went to Europe to visit Jon. Our parents paid for the trip. We kept our dirty secret going and going.
THE END
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First time with an older man
CHAPTER ONE
It was a month before my best friend Nicole and I would be heading off to college together. I had known her forever and I often went on vacation with her and her father. This last summer vacation before college was one that I would never forget. Nicole’s father, Mark was taking us to his friend’s ranch. It was a working Dude Ranch in Texas and the owner was named Travis Lawson. I was excited to see what he looked like. As I grew older and grew out of being attracted to guy’s my age, I found myself more attracted to the older gentleman type like Nicole’s father. He was an elegant and dapper gent, something like a Rhett Butler from Gone with the Wind. If his friend Travis was anything like him, then I knew I would be in real danger of having my first experience with an older man. It was something that excited and terrified me.
I sat in Nicole’s bedroom with my bags on the floor while she packed.
“Ariel, I’m so glad you are coming with me. It will be so much fun. My father is going to make me take riding lessons while I’m there, but we will find time to hang out,” she said as she packed her bag. She was always last minute when she packed. Nicole and I were very different. She was very tall and slender in a lanky but pretty sort of way. I however was a fully blossomed woman with full breasts and full round hips with a round bottom. I had dark hair and dark lashes and she had blonde hair and blue eyes. Still we got along very well in personality as we kept each other’s secrets and thought of loyalty and the upmost confidence as high priorities on the friend list.
“I’m sure I will find something to amuse me while you take riding lesson,” I winked at her.
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