by J. L. Beck
It dawned on me that I hadn't even kissed this guy and I'd already sucked his cock.
With how he kissed, though? God, it felt worth the wait. Everything about him consumed me, including his lips, his tongue, how those deft hands ran through my hair. How they went down my back, creating gooseflesh no matter where they went. Soon, both hands came down my back, grabbing me by the ass, and hoisted me straight up, carrying me to that massive bed, setting me down, his body covering mine.
Kisses rained down my form, bit by bit. My skin was coming alive. He came to my breasts, found those sensitive tips, and latched onto them, sucking them in and sparking something wonderful in me with it, something strong. Everything about him felt so skilled, so deft. This was a man who had been around the block, yes, but he had been honing his skills, and now I was feeling the result of that training.
More and more down my body, he came to my legs, spreading them apart, kissing me on the nub. I suddenly gasped, the precursor to something that would be truly amazing. His fingers were more than active, too, sliding down my valley, teasing me, and letting me know he was fully invested in making me scream for him.
Suddenly, it became perfectly clear why his brother took their sister out for ice cream.
Julian started slowly at first. Licking me. Tickling me. It was a fire inside that was slowly spreading over my body, pleasantly warming me, but I knew that it would soon rage into an inferno.
I let myself fall back flat, but it wasn't long before I was arching and moaning for him. He held me down, making the feelings inside me all the more chaotic. A suck on the nub, and lightning tore through me. God, when he crassly asked me to suck his cock, I had no idea that it could possibly lead to this.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed the sheets, tossing and turning as he took me—aching for him. He kept going. Julian was unrelenting. At this point, I knew that there was no way he was going to stop until I was damn near screaming for him.
The thing was, I didn’t think I was that far away from it.
His tongue pumped in and out of me as if it was a thick, powerful cock all its own, and his thumb over my nub rubbed me relentlessly. I struggled against him, but ultimately was thrusting my hips toward him, making my legs wrap around his head. I grabbed that head of hair of his and held on tight—almost too tight. Aside from a playful look, it didn't stop him one bit as he continued to orally assault my poor sex.
It was becoming too much to cope with—too hard to cope with. I was already panting and moaning nonstop, but it would soon be just too much.
An eruption of delight jolted through my entire being and I screamed out for him. I bolted straight up, holding onto him for dear life as the orgasm pulsed through my body, ravaging me, all the while he kept going, forcing me to milk everything I could from this thorough tongue-fucking that I possibly could.
The aftershocks hit me, and he slowed down, his gaze still locked firmly on me. "God, you're so fucking beautiful when you come. I'm going to have to make you come a whole lot more because of it."
I wasn't going to protest that. I wasn't going to protest that one bit.
Panting and sweaty, lying naked on his bed, Julian stood tall, his cock still twitching with need for me. Oh God, he was going to fuck me now.
I was simultaneously enthusiastic and horrified. I really shouldn't be fucking a guy I just met. Or doing anything that I'd already done with a guy I just met. Was I that weak to a pretty face?
All the same, fuck, I welcomed it. If his fucking was anything like how he used his tongue, I was in for something absolutely wonderful.
My heart pounding, he climbed back on top of me, looking me in the eyes. "You do things to me, Cassie. I have no fucking clue why, but you do."
I felt his cock slide over my nub—my poor, aching nub. Jesus, I was totally at his mercy. Soon, he guided himself in, his cock parting my lips in a way that temporarily made me worry about taking a guy so big, but I knew my body would adapt. Especially for a handsome hunk of man like Julian.
He filled me to the hilt, almost unable to fit. God, though, he felt so good so firmly implanted inside of me, his arms wrapped around my body, holding me close. He waited only briefly before drawing himself out—the friction sending such bliss through me—and coming right back in, adding a dose of wonder.
He repeated this, every little movement being its own little piece of paradise. They started to come at me faster and faster, testing my limits.
I trembled around him as he took me, holding me close. Soon, I was bucking against him, my heart racing as my need for him grew. If just having this guy shoot me a glare was going to turn me into a wanton slut, I should just go all the way and be the biggest slut for him possible—urging him, desiring him, needing him.
I felt those thick, firm muscles under my hands, clawing at them as he sent me through a blissful fit with another penetration. Again and again, he rocked into me, and in turn, rocked my world so damned hard. Soon the pace only increased, and it felt as if he was an actual fucking machine, pistoning in and out of me with his cock, taking my gradual increase of delight and sending me flying upward into a soon gibbering pile of an orgasmic mess.
Even his breathing was growing ragged as he was so wholly consumed by me—kissing me, holding me. Needing me. Driving himself home again and again.
A finger had slithered between us, rubbing me as he fucked me, making sure that I would be coming right when he did.
I was near. He was, too.
The train couldn't be avoided, the orgasm hitting me, and hitting me hard. I screamed out for him, holding on for dear life as it pulsed through me in endless waves. I heard him groan, felt him hold on.
Felt him quiver deep within me, then spewing his seed into me, lashing me again and again with that warmth, filling me to absolute capacity.
Our breaths ragged, him holding me tight, we were slow in regaining our sensibilities.
Slowly but surely, I drifted back down to earth. Our breathing was almost synchronized, and it was honestly sort of calming.
I relished the afterglow of what I was enjoying—feeling him on top of me. The ache of it all.
The seed inside me…
The seed inside me from which I was completely unprotected because I hadn't had a regular relationship in six months, so I had no reason to be on birth control.
In moments, I went from blissfully happy to suddenly incredibly worried. "You—you came inside of me."
He sat up, finally withdrawing. His cum seethed out of me, tickling me ever so slightly. It would have been sort of nice if I wasn’t suddenly panicking.
"That's a problem?" he asked, as if he'd taken the last slice of pizza.
I sat up, too, but my eyes were focused between my legs. "I'm not on anything. No pill. No IUD."
"Well, I certainly didn't feel the last one, so no, you're not."
I stared at him. He seemed entirely unconcerned about what he did. "Birds. Bees. Pregnant. Bad!"
"Why is it bad?"
More staring, my brain freezing over as it tried to process how he could be so unconcerned about what he had just done. "Do you want to get me pregnant or something?"
He looked me up and down and again and just smiled. "Fuck, that would actually be incredibly sexy. I thought you couldn't get more perfect, but those milk-filled boobs and that little baby belly? You'd be even hotter."
Even more staring. "I haven't even known you for a day and you want to father a child with me?"
"You're the one who likes taking care of kids. I thought you would be thrilled at the prospect." The way he was looking at me, that sarcastic grin? He knew he was being willfully dense.
"God." I shook my head, trying to think of anything to say to that. "You can't be for real."
He was though. Right before I had that sting of dread, I’d had the best sex of my young life. The adrenaline pumping, the wildness, the mystery.
Even him coming inside of me at the end contributed to it.
Julian stood
up and picked up his clothes. "Don't worry about it. Anything happens, I'll take care of it. It's not like I don't have the money. I could afford you giving me two dozen kids and not even put a dent in the bank."
I didn't know what to say.
Two dozen? He had to have been exaggerating.
Right now, one was horribly exaggerating.
No doubt, money wouldn't be an issue.
There was just the whole personal belief that a child should be born as the result of love and not just lust.
Julian stretched out. "Mi casa is su casa. I'll get a key made for you and get you all the codes and stuff you need—garage passwords, Wi-Fi info, you know, the works."
I wasn't done staring at him and his audacity. Going along with all that as if it was nothing.
He bent down and started gathering his clothes. "I hate to fuck and dash, but I still have business to attend to. All of this stuff with hiring you, you know, was just so damn sudden."
So damn sudden. The whole fucking me pregnant thing.
Yeah, it was sudden. Understatement of the year there.
"Take it easy. I think Tiff is back. You should go introduce yourself and get to know her. Form a bond, a rapport. She's a playful girl, even if as her brother I'm also supposed to inform you that she's an utter brat."
My head was shaking—or I guess more accurately, wobbling back and forth. It was just pure disbelief, really.
"Her bedtime is drawing close, actually. You might have to wait till tomorrow to do proper introductions."
Why was he going on about business when I was still stuck in a crisis of worrying if I was just put on the road to being pregnant?
Again, if I had a lick of common sense, I should have turned away. Run. Take the good fucking and run. Go get a morning-after pill. Just hope fate's dice dropped in my favor.
Yet, I couldn't.
I felt like a damn idiot.
All the same, though, I would be a damn idiot if I tried to push Julian out of my life as soon as I found him.
Ugh, I was getting a headache from all of this.
Talking to an eight year old was a lot less difficult, and that was why I wanted to work with kids. They were simple. They didn't play eleventh-dimensional chess with you. It was refreshingly honest.
Moreover, I needed something like this. A break from my own mess of a mind, my own pseudo-schizophrenic thoughts.
19
JACK
There was a bit of a bro-code Julian and I followed.
Bro in the sense of being close buddies, not so much actually being brothers.
Although the blood relation certainly did intensify our bromance.
Regardless, we had rules with one another. When we saw a target of seduction, and we needed the other out of the way, we gave them space and helped them out when possible.
Thing is? The way Julian asked for space rubbed me wrong in a few ways.
Like how the girl he was crushing on was meant to be Tiff's babysitter.
Or how I had a crush on the same girl, despite my previous line.
I wasn't out as long with Tiff as I'd expected to be. It was already pretty late, and Tiff was pretty solid at passing out at around 8:30 exactly and without fail. When I was riding the elevator up to the penthouse, she was already pretty much out, and I was carrying her.
Then I got back in proper. I heard the unmistakable sounds of…well, fucking. I took Tiff to her bedroom and was thankful that part of having a super-nice place was also having decent soundproofing. At least enough that Tiff couldn't hear things that would wake her up and ask me questions about why Julian was screaming at Cassie and vice versa. I wasn't the world's best liar, and I didn't want to be the one to give my sister the birds and bees talk either.
Me, though? My curiosity got the better of me.
I approached, envisioning what must be going on. It might be weird to think of your brother fucking someone, but when he looks exactly like you, the rules change a little.
That girl was screaming her tits off and having the time of her life.
Judging by Julian, well, he was, too. God, just hearing it all made me hard.
I couldn't think of anything lamer than jacking off to my own brother fucking a girl, and yet the temptation was still fucking there.
That's how unbelievably hot Cassie was.
So hot that I was incredibly surprised that Julian had given in so quickly.
"You—you came inside me," I hear her say behind the door.
I wasn't expecting that either.
Their conversation goes on. I listen in, the snooping bastard I am.
This was very unlike Julian. Very unlike him indeed.
It also meant that they were likely almost done in there, so I had better scoot before I looked like the perverted bastard that I actually am.
Heading for the kitchen, I poured myself a drink. Nothing too strong, just something to take the edge off, a nightcap I guess some people called it. I still had to do some studying and other stuff, so getting completely wicked drunk wasn't a particularly good idea.
Just like clockwork, though, Jack came strolling out, looking disheveled, and even if I hadn't heard him, it would have been pretty obvious he just finished fucking someone.
"Hey there, little brother," I smugly said as he came into the room, pouring him a drink, too. "You look rough."
"Two minutes doesn’t make me a little brother, Jack."
"Just going with the technicality. It's not important though."
"Why have you been reminding me constantly over these past twenty-three years then?"
I didn't take the bait. "Not important. What is important? You having a bit too much fun with the babysitter in there."
His expression turned dour. "You're going to give me shit about going after a girl I found hot? Are you that petty and jealous?"
"It's not that, man. It's..." I paused a moment, realizing there was no way of me telling him things without revealing myself as a big ol' creep, but ultimately, this was too important. "The fact that I heard you apparently planted some seeds, if you know what I mean."
He raised an eyebrow.
I lied. "You didn't close the door all the way. You're lucky Tiff was already out for the count when I got back."
"It's none of your business how I enjoy myself, Jack."
"But it is. Dude, we agreed. We hit it big. We're going to be smart about it. No buying dozens of Lamborghinis, no high-class call girls who cost thousands an hour, no stupid shit like caviar. Just functional stuff, like a nice place, relief for Mom, and all that. We go to school, we learn how to manage the money. All and all, be smart about it."
"And?"
"Fucking the babysitter and knocking her up so she can baby trap you seems pretty counter-productive to all that, don't you think?
He shook his head and poured himself another drink. "It's not like that, man. Cassie's not going to do that."
"How do you know? We've barely known her for more than a few hours."
"It's just this feeling. This intuition."
I crossed my arms. "Really? Mr. Cold Logic Julian is going off the feels. Especially with a girl."
"Man, she's different. I mean it. When I'm in the throes of passion with her, she feels like the one. Like I'm there with my soulmate. Like I want to build a future with her, all while doing dirty, nasty things to her."
"So you're trying to knock her up."
"Dude, when you get around to fucking her, I'd like to see you try not to do that."
My eyebrow quickly raised. "When I get around to it?"
"I'm not blind, man. You were fucking her with your eyes as hard I was. This? This is just jealousy. I'm betting dollars to donuts you won't be responsible either."
"Man, I wrap it up."
"You're not with her." He leaned in, whispering into my ear. "You saw her. Now imagine her swelling with my child. Your child. Our child."
I thought about just that.
I tried to envision it.
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It helped that she walked up right behind us, obviously looking as if she had been fucking just like Julian did. Seeing her walk with a little bit of waddle from Julian's spirited railings gave me enough of the fantasy to see it. To see her.
"Where's Tiff? I guess she fell asleep already?" she asked, looking around the room, still blushing. Apparently, the evidence of what she just did was clear even to her.
"She's pretty punctual about passing out at half past eight," I replied, sipping some of the wine. "Mark eight-thirty as your quitting time with her."
Cassie then looked at Julian. "I thought you had important things to do. Drinking is important?"
"I'm just loosening myself up before I get to the stresses of the day, dear." Julian smiled, desperately trying to explain away what was clearly a celebratory drink for him. "But yes, I do have business to attend to. Trades and the like to confirm and deny. It never ends." He finished his drink and took off toward our home office.
Leaving me alone with Cassie.
"Does he usually work this late?" she asked me.
I sipped the wine before responding. "I do too sometimes. The day gets a hold of you occasionally, but things need to be done. Today? Our whole Mom-freaking-out-and-taking-off thing ate a lot of what were going to do earlier. It's why we need you, you know."
"Taking care of your little sister is unmanly, huh?"
She sat down on the stool across from me.
"Nah, it isn't like that. It's just a time thing. We grew up poor, our mother never having time for us just due to having to pay the bills. Julian and I just learned to fend for ourselves, and it was rough. The last thing we want is the same thing for Tiff. We want to her to have the caring upbringing we were denied."
"People usually just say that about their kids, not their little sister."
"The age gap is enough that she's sort of both, no?" I shrugged. "Like all brothers, we’re her heroes, but we take care of her like a dad. Life is just weird sometimes. It's not going to turn out like a storybook, so you take the good as it comes."
"That's something very easy going coming from a guy in a collared shirt and khakis."
"The collared shirt and khakis came my way, so I rolled with it." I shrugged. "I feel you'll get along fine here."
