by Candy Quinn
“I know what I want,” I replied, unzipping my hoodie and dropping it over the side of the bed. Before he could protest, I slipped my tank top back over my head and let it fall, as well. He stared at me open-mouthed, nostrils flaring like he was preparing for a ten-story plunge.
“You’re… confused, lost. It’s not right.” He breathed heavily, his eyes raking down the length of my almost-bare torso. I took his hand quickly and moved it to my breast. He looked to be in physical pain, and I worried that maybe I just wasn’t good enough. I dropped his hand and looked away, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “I was supposed to protect you—from them, from everything. I didn’t think I’d have to shield you from myself,” he said bitterly.
“Cole,” I said, my voice quavering. I tucked a loose tendril of hair behind my ear. My braid was fraying and falling apart, so I tugged the hair tie away and let it fall loose and wavy around my shoulders.
“God,” he breathed, “you’re just so fucking beautiful. I shouldn’t feel this way.”
“What way?” I asked, moving ever so slightly closer. My heart skipped a beat.
He sighed, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t want this.”
“I want this, too. More than anything,” I said emphatically. “Please.”
Cole groaned as I leaned into his chest, inhaling deeply the scent of him, soaking in the radiant warmth of his skin. I slowly reached back and unclasped my bra. His fingers hesitantly eased the straps down my shoulders and tossed the bra into the little pile on the floor. Shaking, unsure of myself, I began to massage his erection through his jeans, and he flinched into my touch hungrily. Looking up at him, I saw that his eyes were clouded, soft. He paused for only a second before capturing my lips in another kiss, pressing his tongue into my mouth.
“I want you so bad,” I moaned against his lips. He took hold of my arms and pushed me flat on the bed, throwing his shirt across the room unceremoniously. He kissed a line down the side of my neck and I felt a thrum of pleasure down my body as he reached my nipple with his mouth, taking the other between two fingers. He fumbled to remove his jeans, then mine, tugging them down my legs until I could kick them off. He stood in his black boxers, his chest heaving as he stared down at me, taking me in with his eyes. When my hand trailed down to lightly massage my pussy through my underwear, he made a vaguely animalistic groan and straddled me, pinning my arms above my head, then bending down to kiss me deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing up to grind against his erection. The friction was heavenly, utterly delicious, and I gently bit his lower lip. He gasped and laughed quietly, grinning at me inches from my face.
“I know you’re a virgin,” he crooned, his voice raspy.
“Is—is that a problem?” I asked anxiously. He kissed me again.
“Oh sweetheart, no. I just want this to be everything you’ve ever dreamed it would be. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he promised, moving down to suck deep, tingling kisses into my inner thighs. I bucked my hips, desperate for him to touch me between my legs. After an agonizing minute of teasing, he pulled my panties to one side and lightly kissed my clit, with just enough pressure to make me cry out.
“Cole, oh my god,” I uttered. His tongue made a long, slow, lingering path down the length of my pussy, then flicked its way back upward to suck gently on my clit. I whimpered and instinctively tangled my fingers in his hair, pushing him deeper between my legs. He moaned happily, sending tickling vibrations down my legs. For what must have been several minutes he did the same dance over and over, pausing now and then to smile up at me. Finally, I felt something simultaneously fiery and cold, sharp and soft, totally fantastic rising up in me. My breath caught in my throat—just at that moment Cole reached one hand up to fondle my breast, rubbing circles around my nipple.
“Oh—oh god,” I murmured, closing my eyes tightly. I was moving my hips rhythmically now, to match Cole’s tongue between my legs. Just when I thought I might black out, a wave of overwhelming pleasure ripped through my body, coursing down my legs and arms, causing me to exclaim brokenly, “Cole!”
He didn’t stop, sucking and nibbling at my clit and massaging himself through his boxers, groaning all the while, until I came again and again. I shook uncontrollably, grasping at the sheets, mumbling his name under my breath like a prayer. He stood up quickly, pulled down his boxers to stand totally, beautifully naked in front of me, stroking himself. As soon as I regained control of my limbs I sat up and crawled forward to take his cock in my hand with a tentative curiosity. I had made out with guys before, and one had even seen me topless, but I had never touched a penis before. It was velvety smooth and long—much bigger than I’d ever anticipated, so big that it scared me to imagine how it could possibly fit inside me. I lightly rubbed a circle around the head of his cock, then leaned forward to take it slowly, carefully into my mouth.
Cole inhaled sharply and combed his fingers gently through my hair as I began to bob up and down the length of his erection. I took a quick look up at him and saw him with his eyes closed, biting his lip with a look of complete ecstasy on his face. The image was hot enough on its own to make me want him that much more, and I sucked his cock down as close to the back of my throat as I could before I felt like I might choke. He pulled me back and kissed me, hard, then flipped me back onto the bed to slide two fingers into my dripping pussy.
“Ohhh fuck,” I whispered, quivering at the sensation. I had never had anything inside me before—not my vibrator, not even my own fingers. It was intoxicating, and I wanted more, so much more. I moved against his hand, groaning. Just before I could come again, he withdrew his fingers and sucked them dry with a wry smile. I couldn’t help but make a pitiful whining noise. “I need you—I need you inside me, please, Cole!” I gasped.
“Are you sure?” he asked in an undertone.
“God yes,” I answered. He grinned widely and kissed me, pressing the tip of his cock teasingly at the opening of my pussy, making tiny, maddening circles there. I bucked my hips and pushed my tongue into his mouth, desperate for him to move this along. He toyed with me only a few moments more—and then sheathed his cock inside me with a throaty cry.
The sensation was unbelievable, unforeseeable. I yelped, and he caught it with another kiss as he started to thrust gently at first, then harder and deeper. He sucked my nipple into his mouth as he fucked me faster, driving himself deeper inside with each motion of his hips. I needed him to fill me up, to totally fill me, and again I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his muscles ripple against my body. He breathed heavily, licking and kissing my nipples and fucking me with short, rapid thrusts until I felt myself on the edge of coming again.
“It feels so good,” I mumbled, half-delirious. “So fucking good.”
“Yeah, baby? You want more?” he teased, through he looked as though he was almost ready to burst, as well. He swallowed and leaned back to tug me closer with one arm, like I weighed nothing at all, and lifted my leg up over his shoulder. He slammed into me harder, the full, throbbing length of his cock deep inside me, hitting a sweet, indescribable spot again and again until I began to shriek, unable to control myself.
“Oh god!”
“Tell me you want it,” he ordered calmly.
“I want it! I want you! God, Cole, you’re gonna make me come!”
He fucked me faster and faster still, rubbing my clit with his thumb. Totally overwhelmed, I could feel tears of pleasure welling in my eyes. I had never felt like this before.
“I wanna make you feel so good, Mackenzie,” he said, his voice so warm and so sincere it caused the tears to finally streak down my cheeks into my hair. “I wanna make you so happy.”
“Ohhhh—ahhh, Cole!” I exclaimed as the orgasm shuddered up my body. I felt my pussy clenching around his cock, so wet and hot, and he moaned, losing himself for a moment.
Then he opened his eyes and looked straight at me as he came. “Fuck!” he shouted, his massive cock shooting hot liquid deep into m
y pussy. He continued to thrust several times until, to my utter surprise, another orgasm shook me and I groaned his name. Then he withdrew and collapsed nearly on top of me, both of us breathing hard.
We lay there in silence for several minutes, just shuddering through the aftershock, inhaling each other, soaking in the moment. Then I felt him gingerly kiss my shoulder. I looked over at him and took in his image: sweat-soaked dark hair sticking up in tufts around his head, his gorgeous green eyes serene, full of adoration, and his lips curved in a beatific smile. Something came over me and I reached to take his hand in mine.
Finally, I broke the silence.
“So,” I said softly, “I’ve decided that I am going to stay with you, after all.”
Cole
The next morning was surreal. I woke up feeling as if I hadn’t even drifted off to sleep, I had felt so relaxed the night before. I moved my hand and found it still caressing the unbelievably gorgeous woman I’d made love with the night before—Mackenzie, the woman I’d sworn to protect. She was everything I knew she would be, every bit as warm and loving and eager as I knew she would be.
And she was my own step-sister.
Even as the smaller figure I held in my arms under my sheets snuggled closer to me, making a happy murmur in her sleep, the reality of what we’d just done hung over me like a pall. We were step-siblings, and we’d just spent the night in passion together, her beautiful naked body grinding against my toned form, my hardened cock pulsing deep inside her as she screamed my name, a name she was supposed to think of as only family. And yet here we were, my step-sister holding my larger hand against her bare nipple, and my cock resting on her ass, having let the entirety of my load spew into her last night.
I'd never done that before. Had sex with a woman without a condom, without any birth control. I'd always been safe, even when I was reckless as shit.
I reached down and massaged my member, remembering how it had felt. I’d been with so many women, living on my own in this apartment, in this very bed, but despite the pang of shame I felt trying to claw at the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but admit that the release of tension I felt when I let myself roll into an orgasm with my cock deep inside my step-sister was unlike anything I’d felt in…well, ever. Our bodies had moved like we’d known each other for years, like we were meant for this. I smiled at how stupid I sounded to myself, and I leaned over to kiss Mackenzie awake.
Her mouth curled into a little smile before she opened her eyes, and I knew she’d already been awake. A sleepy eye turned to look up at me affectionately, and she met me for a kiss on the lips, a slender hand reaching up to stroke my chest as we did. I felt her body, warm and secure, against mine as it moved with the slow, steady breathing of my broad chest. So maybe we did have to come to terms with the fact that we’d just spent the night fucking when we should have been getting to know each other as brother and sister—so what? This felt right. And above all, I’d taken a huge step in doing what I’d set out to do—to protect Mackenzie.
I was her protector. I knew I had to step up and be there for her from the moment I met her in my sister’s old room, and now I’d gotten her to move out from under Dad’s tyrannical control and into my house, where I could watch out for her like I wanted to watch out for my late sister Chelsea. Now, though, the silly blackmail I thought I needed to get her here felt like a half-forgotten memory. After I saved her from those muggers, she was more than happy to be here, safe and secure in my arms.
Our parents wouldn’t be so understanding, I realized. I honestly didn’t care for whatever my dad would have to say—he was an ass, and he was the whole reason I had to get Mackenzie out of the house in the first place. Mackenzie’s mom Julie, though, might be a different story. From what I could tell, she was a sweetheart, so Mackenzie would have to break the news to her gently. Just the news that she’d moved in with me, that is. The rest…well, nobody needed to know about that. It wasn’t like we could expect anyone to understand.
About an hour later, while I stood over the stove making a few pancakes for breakfast, I could hear Mackenzie making the call from my couch. Since she hadn’t come home last night, Mackenzie found a half dozen missed calls from her mom on her phone, and twice as many texts. From the sounds of it, the conversation was going about as well as I’d worried it would.
“No, Mom, he isn’t like that, he’s actually nice once you get to know him. But— no, Mom, I’m not coming back for— I’m fine, and he’s right, I’m better off away from Todd, I heard how he was yelling about Cole the night after the dinner. You know that kind of temper doesn’t just— what?! No, that’s not what I meant. Mom, I—”
It went on for a solid half hour. Mackenzie tried to get a few words in edgewise, and when she did, it only seemed to escalate what I figured was Julie’s panicking on the other end of the phone. Julie just didn’t understand, I knew. How could she? She was still star-struck by her new, wealthy husband Todd. There was no way she could see my dad for the selfish bully he really was. I wondered if Julie knew that Mackenzie had come to meet with me last night. If she had, then Dad almost definitely knew about it by now, and I could only imagine the storm he’d already be preparing.
But I still had more dirt on Todd than he could ever hope to match on me. Any legal move to get Mackenzie back to the Van der Hausen manor would have to be on Julie’s part, so the conversation Mackenzie was having with her was all the more important. If he could have his way, Todd would doubtlessly send the police to kick their door down, but as long as his precious “family man” ruse needed to stay intact, they were safe from him.
Finally, wiping a few tears from puffy red eyes, Mackenzie hung up the phone as we finished breakfast.
“I think…I think she’s going to be alright with it,” she said, sniffing. “It’s just going to be hard for her, since it’s just been the two of us all this time. For this to be so sudden…”
I scooted closer to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer to me and letting her rest her head against my shoulder, and I kissed the soft hair on her head while rubbing her reassuringly.
“She needs to get out of there too,” I noted, “and the sooner she can see how much happier you are when you’re away from that asshole Todd, the sooner she’ll realize that this isn’t the way for her to go.”
“It might be too late for that, Cole,” Mackenzie’s voice quivered. “The wedding is next week.”
I clenched my jaw. That soon? So there really wasn’t any hope of getting them to break off the engagement. But I knew we couldn’t let them think we were just running away together. Cole van der Hausen didn’t run. I knew what we had to do.
“We’re both going to be there.”
Mackenzie’s eyes fluttered and she looked up at me, more astonished than distressed by the news. Her sparkling eyes looked up at me with such wonder and beauty that I wanted to fall into another flurry of passion with her right then and there.
“He won’t throw either of us out at our own parents’ wedding,” I explained, knowing that Todd’s pride wouldn’t let himself look bad at what was sure to be a hugely publicized event. It was a bold statement, and I could see the glimmer of admiration in Mackenzie’s eyes. “Besides, that might help your mom be a little more understanding about this whole arrangement. So we’re going to be there, and before Todd can try to do anything to stop us, we’re going to be public about it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that if we’re going to go to a wedding,” I smiled at her as I leaned in closer to her, brushing her cheek with my stubble as I drew her closer and felt a quiver of excitement run up her spine, “we’re going to need to get outfits.”
Blushing Bridal Boutique was relatively quiet, because it was the sort of place that only high-profile clients could get into. Actors and actresses made up most of the clientele, followed by other influential people who got significantly less media attention. Being the son and daughter of a couple that was already
causing a hell of a stir around town, Mackenzie and I were hit with more than a few snapshots on the way into the boutique. Still, the paparazzi weren’t allowed inside, and we managed to get a little privacy once we’d gotten through the doors.
I’d never been to this particular place, since it was a dress emporium. We’d already stopped by a tailor to get my suit made. I didn’t want it to be as big of a deal as picking out the dress. And seeing the excitement that now animated Mackenzie as she walked up to meet the owners, I could see why moving from home to home would be a scary deal for her. The rush of all this glamour could make you terrified of losing it all.
Mackenzie already had a dress back at Todd’s house, but as much as the thought of my breaking into the house to steal it for her excited her, we thought it would make a good statement to pick out the dress for ourselves. Besides, she didn’t know I’d already broken into the manor once, and if she showed up in a dress that had been stolen, that would almost certainly be the last straw for any hope of avoiding legal interference with our relationship.
Selene and Roselle, the tanned and Botoxed owners, brought out some of their best designs for Mackenzie to evaluate after we’d explained the basics of what we were looking for. She waved off the first few offers, of course—this one was too tight around the neck, she wanted to show a little more back, that one was too hard to walk in, she wasn’t sure the colors would line up just right, that one had far too much going on in its pattern, all the usual problems. Then came one that made Mackenzie’s eyes light up—a full-length dress with one shoulder strap, featuring a bodice and a draped skirt, all in the color of a night’s blue sky. Selene, who had brought the dress out, knew to go ahead and take Mackenzie back to the dressing room by the mere look on her face.
