I had to bite the inside of my cheek for a moment of silent frustration before I could answer. But then I got control and reminded myself to be patient. “Actually, there is one more thing I want to try,” I said, hopping off the bed and going to get the straight-backed wooden chair that sat in front of my desk. It was heavy and I practically had to drag it out into the middle of the floor but I managed all right in the end.
“What are you doing?” Kurt frowned as he watched me position the chair in front of the mirror.
“Reverse cowgirl,” I said, smiling back at him. “It’s good for deep penetration and it lets you stimulate your lover at the same time. Not to mention the outstanding visuals.” I nodded at the mirror and gave him a naughty wink. “Come on, Kurt. Have a seat.”
Warily he sat on the wooden chair. His long, thick cock was still throbbing angrily, sticking up from between his thighs like an exclamation point. For a moment I thought of going down on him, but in his present, all-business mood, I didn’t think it would work and I decided not to risk it. I would stick with my plan and hope for the best.
“This isn’t one Lisa had us do,” he remarked as I settled myself on his lap with my back to his front.
“Nope,” I lifted myself on my tiptoes and Kurt helped me automatically, putting his hands on my waist and holding me steady while I fit the head of his cock into my slippery pussy. “This is one I researched all by my lonesome. The Web site I was looking at said it was a popular porn position because you can see everything.” As I spoke the last word, I lowered myself once more onto his shaft, moaning softly as his thickness filled me again. “L-look in the mirror,” I managed to gasp as I felt him hitting bottom inside me. “Here, I’ll show you.”
Reaching down, I parted my puffy cunt lips, revealing my pink inner pussy stretched wide around the base of his cock.
“God…” Kurt breathed as I raised myself an inch and lowered again. We both watched in the mirror as the hot, mostly naked redhead spread her cunt and impaled herself on the muscular man’s cock. She had a dreamy, aroused look in her eyes, and her cheeks were flushed as she fucked herself on him. He was watching her hungrily as she moved.
That’s us, I thought as I did it again. Me and Kurt. No wonder Lisa liked photographing us together. We look damn hot while we’re fucking.
“That looks incredible,” Kurt said, echoing my thought. “I can’t believe…”
“That we look so good together?” I smiled at him in the mirror and squeezed his cock with my inner muscles. “Believe it, babe. We could film our own porn like this. Here…” I picked up his hands and moved them up my torso until he was cupping my breasts. “Touch me,” I told him. “Show me how much you want me, Kurt.”
Like a man in a dream, he pulled aside the tiny, quarter-sized patches that covered my nipples and began to squeeze and twist my tight peaks. I moaned and thrust my breasts farther into his hands, rolling my hips at the same time to keep the action going on below.
“Mel?” Kurt’s deep voice was hoarse. “Why are you really doing this?”
“I told you, silly,” I moaned as he continued to tease my sensitive nipples. “I wanted to know how deep you could get inside me.”
“You don’t really expect me to believe you’ve been sitting up nights, wondering how deep I could get my cock in your cunt,” he countered flatly, but by now his hips were working too, rising up and down to meet my own motions so that he was swirling his shaft around in my pussy in a circular motion. “Tell me what you’re really up to.”
“Well…” I gave him a coy look in the mirror as he thrust more deeply into my wet cunt. “Promise you won’t be mad?”
“Do I look mad to you?” he demanded as we continued to come together harder and harder.
“Okay, then,” I said. “While we were doing the shoot with Lisa, she kept saying how we weren’t going to do cum shots. And I wasn’t quite sure if that meant a shot of you coming in me, or pulling out of me after you came, or maybe just my pussy dripping with your cum after you filled me full of it.”
“God, Mel,” he groaned and I could tell my dirty talk was getting to him. But he showed no sign of coming, even though he kept fucking me.
“So anyway,” I said innocently, taking one of his hands and sliding it down my body from my breasts to my pussy. “I looked at some porn on the Internet and figured out it could probably be all three.”
“And what does that have to do with what we’re doing now?” he asked, spreading my cunt lips and beginning to stroke my clit, just the way I liked it.
“Well, it’s just that Lisa didn’t take any shots like that,” I said. “But the more I thought about it, the hotter it sounded. And I thought that just once, I wanted to see a cum shot, wanted to see you coming inside me, and then watch as you pulled out. Just the idea of watching that and seeing my pussy dripping with your cum afterward, well, it made me so hot I couldn’t sleep until I found a way to get you to agree to it.”
“So that’s what you want?” he asked, still fucking me. “The chance to watch me come in your pussy and then pull out?”
“Please, Kurt?” I gasped as he fucked into me, stretching me wide with his cock. “It feels so good to have you inside me, but we never really got to finish. I never got to feel you come inside me.” By now, I was having a really hard time thinking and talking coherently. His fingers stroking my clit and his shaft working into my pussy were so distracting that I would have abandoned the entire idea of trying to convince him if I didn’t know he would stop in the middle otherwise.
Kurt had the look of a drowning man who is going down for the last time. I knew he wanted to do exactly what I asked, but his rigid control and morals were making it hard to agree.
“Please?” I begged one more time. “I swear it’s just this once, and then I’ll never ask you to fuck me and come in me again. Please?”
“Well…” I think it was all the “pleases” that got him, because finally he nodded. “All right, Mel, but just this once,” he said. “Spread your legs a little wider and lean back so I can really get into you. I need to fuck you hard so I can fill your cunt with my cum.”
I did as he commanded, leaning my head back against his shoulder and watching with heavy-lidded eyes as he positioned both hands on my waist and prepared to really fuck me. Up until now he’d simply been moving in and out a little, just keeping himself hard in my cunt. But now as he pulled almost all the way out of my pussy, I knew I was in for a wild ride. Gripping his thighs with my sweat-slick fingers, I braced myself for his rough entry.
Kurt didn’t disappoint me. He slammed home inside me as though he wanted to weld us together permanently with just the force of his fucking. I jumped and gasped as he impaled me, taking me so hard it hurt ‑‑ but even the hurt was a pleasure. I understood that he was trying to teach me a lesson, probably about tricking him into fucking me, but by then I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned, he could teach me all day as long as he did it with his cock. All I cared about was feeling him ram into me and the pull and thrust of his thickness inside me as he ravaged my pussy with his cock.
“So you want me to come in you?” Kurt growled in my ear, never stopping his ruthless assault. “Want to watch while I ram my cock all the way into your tight little cunt and fill you full of my cum?”
“Yes,” I cried. “God, Kurt, yes, please!”
“Don’t you know it’s wrong for us to do this?” he continued as he pounded into me relentlessly, angrily. “I’m your brother, Mel. I shouldn’t be putting my cock in you. Shouldn’t be fucking you. And I damn sure shouldn’t be filling your cunt with my cum.”
“Not really…my brother,” I managed to gasp as he fucked me. “No blood…relation.”
“You think that matters?” he demanded, still filling me with his cock. “You think that makes it all right for me to fuck you like this? For me to come in you?”
“Yes! Yes!” I gasped and it was more than an answer to his question. Finally, I was coming myself. The orgasm sta
rted at the base of my spine like an electrical tingle, and then it spread over me, making me cry out as I took the punishment fuck he was giving me. And all the while I moaned and writhed on his lap, I was unable to take my eyes off the mirror and the redhead who was being so thoroughly opened and used by the muscular man behind her.
“God, Mel, you look so incredibly hot when you come,” Kurt groaned and then he pressed his cock into me with one last thrust and held me steady against him, getting as deeply into my cunt as he could. His thick cockmeat pulsed inside my pussy, and I knew he was finally letting go ‑‑ finally coming inside me. The realization brought on a second orgasm for me, and my inner muscles spasmed as though trying to milk every last creamy drop from his cock into my pussy.
“Yes, Kurt,” I gasped as I rippled around him. “Fill me up, come in me. I want you to do it.”
We finished at the same time, thanks to my orgasm, and I would have been happy to keep him inside me but Kurt was already pulling away.
“This is what you wanted to see so look closely,” he said, his deep voice clipped and angry. We both watched, mesmerized, as his thick shaft slid free of my cunt. Then Kurt took my hips in his hands and tilted my pelvis so that we had a clear view of my inner pussy. It was deep pink from his rough treatment and my tight little hole was filled to overflowing with his creamy, white cum. It coated my puffy cunt lips and beaded on my clit even as it dripped out of my pussy to wet my thighs with its slippery profusion. “There,” he said, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “Are you happy now that you got your cum shot, Mel?”
“No,” I murmured and twisted in his arms so that I was facing him, looking away from the distracting images in the mirror.
“What, didn’t I fill you full enough?” he asked sarcastically. “You want me to try again and make sure I fuck you harder and come more next time? What other excuse can you come up with for us to fuck?”
“I don’t need excuses,” I said, looking into his eyes. “And neither do you, Kurt. I’m sick of pretending I’m just your little stepsister and nothing more. I’ve wanted you from the minute I met you, but I kept denying it to myself for the same reasons you are ‑‑ because I thought it was wrong. But recently, I realized that the only thing we’re doing wrong here is denying our true feelings for each other.”
He scowled. “Mel, get real. What would your mom or my dad say?”
“Why should we care what they say?” I countered. “Damn it, Kurt, I’m sick of being worried about that. They have their life. They found each other after my dad died and your mom asked for a divorce. They have their happiness ‑‑ why should it stop us from having ours? I don’t care if we have to move to another state and never talk to them again; I just want to be with you!”
I was panting for breath after my impassioned speech, and Kurt seemed to be looking at me with a new expression on his face.
“Wow, I’ve never seen you get so upset about anything,” he murmured, reaching up to cup my cheek.
“That’s because this is important to me,” I stormed. “I want you in my life as more than a big brother, Kurt. I can’t be satisfied with that stupid, stilted relationship anymore. I need more ‑‑ I need you.”
“I need you too, Mel,” he said at last. “But, well, I was kind of under the impression that you didn’t need me ‑‑ not really. That you just wanted me for that modeling shoot and that was it. And then today ‑‑ well, I didn’t know what to think about that. I guess I thought you were just horny.”
“How stupid can you be, you big lug?” I asked affectionately. “For the entire time we’ve known each other, there has been this incredible sexual tension between us ‑‑ do you think all of that could be used up and satisfied in one sexual encounter? I didn’t just want you for the modeling shoot, and I don’t just want you for this one fuck. I want you forever. And…” I bit my lip, my heart suddenly beating frantically in my chest. “And I was hoping you felt the same way,” I finished in a small voice. It occurred to me that maybe I was reading too much into his emotions. Was I the only one in love here?
Suddenly, he grinned at me and I felt a great wash of relief. “Of course I feel the same, Mel,” he said. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I’ve known you. I want to wake up with you in the morning and go to bed with you at night and love you all the time in between. My dad is probably going to kill me…”
“And my mom will never talk to me again,” I added.
“But it’s worth it,” Kurt said at the same time I said, “But I don’t care.”
Impulsively, I kissed him. “I’m so glad you feel the same way I do about it,” I told him. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since we did that shoot. The way you felt so right against me, inside me…”
“I know what you mean.” He grinned at me. “I’ve been thinking about it pretty much nonstop too. And to think we owe it all to your resolve to get every picture perfect. Do you think we should invite Lisa McKenzie to the wedding?”
I gaped at him. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“Would you say yes if I did?” he asked softly. “I mean, not right away ‑‑ after we finish school, of course.”
I laughed. “Mom is going to die. What will the ladies in her garden club say when they find out her son-in-law is also her stepson?”
Kurt shrugged. “Let ’em say anything they want as long as you say yes.”
“Yes,” I said, kissing him again. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Good, that’s settled.” He grinned. “So like I said, should we invite Lisa to the wedding?”
“Invite her, hell ‑‑ I’m going to get her to take the wedding pictures,” I vowed, laughing. I felt lighter than air and finally free. After five years of denying we wanted each other, Kurt and I were at last facing up to the truth. “Now the honeymoon pictures are another story,” I told my ex-stepbrother and current fiancé. “Those we can take ourselves ‑‑ now that we know what positions to use.”
“Speaking of which…” Kurt looked at me with fire smoldering in his blue eyes. “Do you think you’re up for another cum shot?”
“Mmm.” I snuggled closer to him and pressed my bare breasts to his hard chest. “I’m always up to making another perfect picture,” I told him. “And as far as I can tell there’s no picture more perfect than one of your cock sliding into my pussy.”
Kurt would have answered, but he was too busy kissing me to speak.
THE END
Evangeline Anderson
Evangeline Anderson is a registered MRI tech who would rather be writing. And yes, she is nerdy enough to have a bumper sticker that reads “I’d rather be writing.” Honk if you see her! She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.
Check out her website at http://www.evangelineanderson.com.
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