I wouldn’t let what anyone said to me about Davis and I deter me. I knew what we were doing was not ugly or tawdry. Just because our parents met and fell in love, that had no bearing on Davis and I, and our relationship together.
The next few hours passed in a whir. Davis was constantly being taken over here, and then he was needed over there. I generally spent time in the back room, seeing him only occasionally.
There were others in the room with me as well; the wife of the guitarist and a few women that seemed to hang around at the shows, perhaps girlfriends of the piano player or drummer. I wasn’t sure, and didn’t dare question it.
More people came in and out, and I knew a lot of them were Davis’s crew, responsible for hauling and setting up the instruments and sound equipment. If Davis was there, he always made a point of introducing me to whoever showed up. He too didn’t say I was his step-sister; he just introduced me as Steph.
As show time drew nearer, Davis kissed me briefly before being pulled away for a quick interview with the local news and then off to makeup. He whispered to me before he left, “I will see you soon.”
I was shuttled out into a cordoned off area in front of the stage, so I could watch the show. I looked at the huge crowd, impressed on how big the coliseum was. Thankfully, I had taken off my sweater before coming out here, as the large amount of bodies was causing the air to become sticky and humid.
I had drunk a few beers while I had been waiting, helping myself to a bit of food at a table set up in the waiting room. I was surprised I didn’t feel nervous, but likely it was because I had done this before with Davis, only then he had introduced me as his sister, and pretty much left me to my own devices.
Tonight, he was attentive. Well, as attentive as he could be while he worked the room, and did the number of things required of him. I kept reminding myself he was working, and to not expect anything from him, and I was happy that he did always search for me, if he came back in the room.
The opening bars of a song started, and the fans went wild, the atmosphere suddenly becoming electric. When I saw Davis up on stage, it was like he was a different person. Out here, on stage, he was a performer. It didn’t matter if he was sad or upset or any number of emotions going through him. When the curtains rose, he was here to show everyone that, for a little while anyways, everyone was here to just enjoy themselves.
And it was clear Davis was enjoying himself. He sang his songs as if he was singing from the heart, emotional and heartfelt.
As always, I couldn’t just stand here watching him. The music, the beat and the words enveloped around me, and I couldn’t help but dance. The songs he chose were loud and fun and had me raising my arms in the air, moving my body to the music.
Even on his slower songs, I couldn’t stand still, my body invariably swaying to the music. When he ended with his song, With You, I saw him looking at me often, making me feel like the words he sang were for me.
The set ended and the crowd cheered so loud, I know they had enjoyed his set. I stayed out longer, after Davis’s set was over, as the headlining band had come out. I knew he would have a lot of people in the room, and I didn’t want to be in his way. And besides, I liked this band, and I found myself moving to the loud music.
It was when the band on stage played one of their slower love songs that I felt Davis up behind me, holding me against him. His face was in my hair, his arm tight around my waist. When he thrust his hips against me, I could feel his erection, hard and insistent.
I turned around in his arms, and his eyes seemed to implore me for something, I wasn’t sure what, but I could do nothing as he led me away from the area, pulling me back behind the stage.
He pulled me into a dark alcove, his mouth hot and hungry on mine as his hands ran over my body frenetically. He tore his mouth from mine, saying hoarsely, “I can’t get enough of you.” His mouth touched mine one more time before he sighed.
“Let’s get this over with and get the hell out of here,” he said huskily, his hand reaching down in his pants, adjusting himself. We stood there a moment longer, until he finally said, “OK, I think I’m ready now.”
I smiled as I turned away. Women could be sexually excited and could hide it easily. Men had a flag pole to hide and were forced to tamp down their excitement, unless they wanted everyone to know.
We had almost reached the room where everyone was gathering when Davis was called away. “You go ahead in. I will be there in a minute,” he said huskily, squeezing my hand one last time.
When I walked in, the room was full to overflowing. Everyone was loud, and it seemed, all talking at once. I made my way over to the keg of beer, and helped myself to a glass. I found an empty chair far down the wall and sat down, watching a couple of women talking, their hands flying in the air in exuberance.
I recognized Mike, the drummer, and he must have seen me looking at him, as he came over, all smiles.
“Steph, haven’t seen you around in a long time. How are you beautiful?” he said, pulling me up from the chair. I stood and then was surprised when he hugged me to him. With my beer in my hand, I could only hold up my beer and allow the hug.
“God, you are looking hot these days,” he whispered, drawing me back and looking down my body. When his eyes met mine, his looked glassy but I could see desire in them. “Why don’t you stick around longer tonight? Spend some time with me.” His face had a leer, and I shook my head, trying to step back.
That’s when Davis showed up. He shoved Mike hard, so that Mike stumbled, just barely able to right himself.
“What the fuck man!” Mike yelled, and it seemed as if the entire room stopped and turned to stare.
“Stay away from her. She’s mine,” I heard Davis declare furiously.
“What the hell is up with you? First you fuck every woman around, then you stop fucking anyone, and now you’ve decided to start fucking chicks again? How the hell was I supposed to know for Christ’s sake?” Mike was angry, and I saw him turn away from Davis.
The awkward silence seemed to drag, and then suddenly, everyone was talking again.
Davis turned to me, looking at me searchingly. “Are you Ok?” he said quietly.
I could only nod, still confused about Mike, and the things he said. Mike had mentioned that Davis had slept with lots of women, which I already knew. But he also mentioned Davis had abstained from sex. When had that happened? Was it true?
Davis said suddenly, “Let’s get out of here.” I made him stop so I could grab my sweater and purse, and allowed him to lead me out to a car he had waiting.
Davis was quiet on the ride back to the hotel, and I tried to cheer him up. “Hey, why the down face? Your show was outstanding. The crowd loved you tonight,” I said smiling at him.
He was holding my hand and he smiled at me, bringing my hand up to his mouth.
“What did Mike mean?” I asked him. “He said you don’t sleep around anymore?” I am sure my face was confused, and I was.
“Don’t listen to him,” Davis said, his voice coming out harsh.
I wanted to press him, but I didn’t want to anger him. Instead, I lay my head on his shoulder, thankful his commitments had been fulfilled, and I could have him to myself for a while
CHAPTER 11-DAVIS
I was just glad the concert was behind me. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy giving concerts, because I definitely did. But tonight, I just wanted to be with Steph. Before the concert, I was pulled here and there, as I always was, and it irked me she was alone waiting for me.
Then when the concert was over, and she didn’t come back to the room, I felt my frustration mount even more. Finding her still out there dancing, I swear she looked so sexy, her dress outlining her body, her breasts swelling enticingly. All I could do was press my body to hers, feeling a calm come over me as I held her.
But the last straw was Mike. I hated how every time he saw Steph, he pawed her and tonight, I had enough. I know I had pissed him off, but I didn’t want any
misunderstandings. Steph was mine. I didn’t want him believing we would be sharing or that there was a chance for him because there wasn’t.
What was mine, I kept.
And why did he have to throw out that remark about me getting with anyone around? How did that make Steph feel? Just one of many? She wasn’t, not to me. She was special, and I damned well was going to show her that tonight.
I squeezed her hand, pulling it into my lap.
I leaned into her, putting my arm around her shoulder. I didn’t want anything to ruin this night. I just wanted to be with Steph, with no interruptions.
And it was still early, before 10:00pm, and we had all night. All night, giving her pleasure, showing her how much she meant to me.
My cock was already hard, and I felt my control where she was concerned practically gone. I had thought of her for months, imagining how she would feel, the sounds she would make when I was inside of her.
God, I couldn’t get her in the room fast enough.
As soon as we arrived at the hotel, I escorted her up to our room. When we were in the elevator alone, I pressed my body against hers, grinding my erection against her while kissing her with such abandon so that when the ding of the elevator sounded, it startled me.
Pulling Steph in front of me, in case anyone was around, we hurried to the room, laughing. We quickly made our way in the room, and I pulled her to me, my hands holding her head while my mouth ravaged her lips.
The tempo of her breathing, the insistent pressure of her hands on my chest and her frantic response was just too much.
I couldn’t get enough of her, my mouth forcing hers open, and my tongue thrusting into her mouth. The feel of her response was so heady, and I knew I needed her now.
“Baby, I need you,” I whispered hoarsely. “Tell me you need me too.”
I was looking down at her, and her face was flushed, her eyes partially closed and looking so sexy, I knew my control was at its end.
“Yes,” she gasped, her eyes so dark, I couldn’t see her pupils.
I needed her under me, I had to have her.
Tugging her to the bed, I turned to her, lowered my hands down her body, down the sides of her breasts, over her flaring hips until I reached the bottom of her dress. Slowly, I lifted my hands up under the dress, watching her the entire time. The play of emotions across her face pleased me.
“Raise your arms,” I muttered, as I lifted the dress up and over her head.
I gasped when she stood before me, naked except for a pale pair of bikini panties. I groaned as I wrapped my arm around her, my mouth taking one of her nipples in my mouth, lathing it with my tongue until I felt it harden.
Her hands, now free from the dress, were trying to get under my shirt, trying to pull it up.
I pulled away from her, and ripped at the buttons on my shirt, pulling off my shirt frantically. She had sat on the bed, and was scooting back, her shoes off.
Seeing her in my bed, her hair trailing over her shoulders, a misty look of desire on her face, I bit back another groan. She had me so turned on, and yet we had barely touched each other.
I kicked off my shoes, and then worked at the snap on my pants, watching her the entire time.
My cock was so hard it ached. As I released myself from my pants, pushing both my pants and my underwear down at the same time, I saw her breath hitch.
I turned suddenly, going to my suitcase, fumbling for the box of condoms I had there.
I got into bed beside her, leaning in to kiss her with a ferocity that I tried to control. Her hands were running down my body, causing my flesh to quiver in response.
My breath was coming too hard, and I had to break away from the temptation of her lips. My gut twisted, knowing she was mine.
“Do you know how much I want you?” I said, trailing my hand down and cupping one of her breasts, plump and soft.
“Yes,” she half moaned.
“Tell me you won’t see any other man but me,” I said fiercely. “I can’t stand the thought of you with another man,” I said hoarsely, running my hand down her stomach
“Oh yes,” she panted, her hips moving up off the bed, as if begging me to touch her there.
When my fingers trailed lower, I pressed my lips to hers again, groaning into her mouth. “Open your legs for me.”
She opened enough for my hand to cup her sex briefly, before I slid into her wetness. I moaned, feeling the moisture there. I pulled down her panties, and tossing them on the floor.
When I felt her hand close around my cock, I knew I couldn’t wait anymore. I felt any control I had left leave me. “Baby, no. I can’t take it,” I groaned.
Grabbing the condom, I tore it open with my teeth, and with shaking hands covered my cock, rolling on top of her, my arms keeping me from crushing her, my legs spreading her legs wide.
I know I should have spent more time on her, making sure she was with me, but any control I had was gone. I had to be inside her, and it had to be now.
“I can’t wait,” I gasped as I prodded her opening. I knew she was going to be tight, I had felt just how tight she was against my finger last night. It was pure agony as I felt myself slip in, working into her inch by inch.
And she was tight, so tight, I thought as sweat began forming on my forehead. With a grunt, I thrust in hard, forcing my way inside her, until I was seated inside her to the hilt.
It was on that last thrust that I felt the barrier, and heard her cry of pain, as the barrier broke.
“Steph?” I said in confusion before realization hit me. “God, baby,” I said in regret, but my body was screaming at me, the need to move within her too intense. I couldn’t do anything, except to bend my head down, burying it into her neck whispering, “Oh baby I can’t stop.”
As I pulled out of her, I begged, “Forgive me.”
With a grunt, I pumped back in her, the tingle in my balls, the tightness of her, the intensity of feelings that were running through me, all combined to destroy any control I might have had.
All I could do was thrust into her, faster with each stroke, moaning with each forward stroke until I was pounding into her again and again, trying to go in as deep as I could.
When my release came, I pumped into her so hard, my body convulsing inside of her, as I gasped out my pleasure against her neck.
I couldn’t move for a moment, my breathing harsh, and the pleasure she had given me overwhelming me. I felt my entire body shaking, the intensity with her stronger than any I had ever felt before.
That’s when I thought of Steph. Christ, I had just rutted against her, getting myself off while she just lay there. She had only uttered a cry of pain, and I knew she couldn’t have enjoyed any of it. With a groan, I looked at her, fear in my eyes.
“God, I am so sorry,” I said in a whisper. Her face didn’t appear to be in pain, and she didn’t look mad or angry. Her expression seemed more in awe, than anything.
“Are you OK?” I asked her urgently. When she didn’t respond, I freaked.
“Steph, baby, talk to me,” I said hoarsely, stroking her hair back from her face, and looking down her body for any bruising. When I saw the blood between her legs, I felt a stab of remorse so great, I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck,” I said and hurriedly jumped off of the bed and ran to the bathroom. I had to take care of her, I thought; anger at myself burning inside my gut. Grabbing a washcloth and getting it wet with hot water before I came back to her, bending between her legs, and pressing the wash cloth between her legs, softly stroking between her legs.
“My god,” she gasped, finally. “That was so intense,” she said in a whisper.
I cringed at her words, regret washing over me.
“You should have told me,” I groaned, tossing the wash cloth on the floor, turning to her. “I hurt you, when I didn’t have to.”
My feelings of failure, of screwing up with her overwhelmed me, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her to me.
When she wra
pped her arms around me, stroking my hair, her words caused me stomach to clench.
“It hurt at first, but then it felt good. Seeing you, pleasing you, it felt so good,” she whispered in my ear.
I looked in her eyes, not believing how beautiful she was. I couldn’t stop my lips finding hers. She blew my mind. Most women would have been complaining, not getting any pleasure from the coupling, but not Steph. She still found something good in our one sided coupling.
“I should have made sure you were with me every step of the way,” I said sadly. God she was breathtaking, and I couldn’t believe my cock was getting hard again.
Ignoring it, I wouldn’t subject her to that again, I vowed. I just wanted to give her some pleasure. I tenderly kissed her, running my hands down her body, my hands drawn to her breasts.
As I ran my thumb over the nipple, I felt her shudder. Lightly pinching both her nipples, using my thumb and forefinger, her nipples tightened under my fingers. When she moaned in pleasure, I increased the pressure, trying to discover what she liked.
She became agitated, the harder I pinched her. Seeing her excitement just increased my own excitement, my breathing quickening.
I replaced my hand with my mouth, tugging on her nipple with my teeth. She gasped out, “Oh please.”
I felt her hips arch up, and I trailed my hand down between her legs, while I switched breasts, holding the nipple between my teeth, while licking her nipple.
When I slid my fingers between her legs, I was surprised how wet she was. I moved my fingers up high on her sex, finding her clit and rubbing my thumb over the sensitive nubbin of flesh.
She began a loud keening sound, thrusting her hips up off the bed.
Christ, she was so responsive, I felt my cock harden even more, and I wanted to start groaning.
When I pulled my fingers from her clit, she mumbled, “Oh please.”
I gingerly probed her opening with a finger, and pressed my thumb against her clit as I thrust my finger in and pulled back out, and then thrusting in again.
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