“I…” he started to say something, but his eyes were transfixed on my breasts.
I sat down beside him and leaned on his shoulder. I looked up at him, getting lost in his beautiful gray-blue eyes.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
He shook his head. “I can’t, Mika. You’re my sister.”
“We only met a few months ago, and your mom and my dad haven’t even been married for six months,” I said. “We’re not even remotely related.”
“Yeah, but… it just seems…”
I suddenly straddled him and planted a kiss on his lips, resting my good hand on his cheek. His arms went around my waist, drawing me closer to him. He sucked air in sharply, and I felt his tongue slip between my lips. I could feel the warmth of his bare chest through the sheer fabric of my shirt.
I could feel him grasping desperately at my shirt, eager to tear it away from my body. I lifted my arms, allowing him to pull it off and discard it. I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest. Once again, I felt his strong arms wrap around me, holding my body captive against his.
His kiss became more passionate. I felt his long hair brush against my face and down my shoulder as his soft tongue swirled inside my mouth. His hands clasped over my ass, squeezing it. I could feel his hardness swelling inside his sweatpants, pushing between my legs. My wetness was already soaking through my panties and moistening the front of his pants.
A car door slammed, and then another.
“Oh no,” I gasped, grabbing my shirt and rushing to my room.
I flung myself onto my bed and growled in exasperation, and I managed to land partially on my injured hand. I yowled in pain and frustration. I’d finally managed to make him notice me, and our parents came home! What a wretched end to a perfectly wonderful day.
I rummaged around in a drawer and threw on a comfortable old t-shirt, then climbed into bed and fell asleep.
Chapter Three
“Mika,” I heard him whisper. “Hey, wake up.”
“Mm?” I groaned, rubbing my eyes.
I felt his hand on my inner thigh, and I froze. It was dark, but I knew it was Chris. I could smell him. His hair brushed against my arm, and I shivered. His hand moved up my thigh and stopped just shy of my panties.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.
“No!” I gasped.
His fingers slipped inside the leg band of my panties, and I could feel them wiggling their way inside my slit. The wetness of our earlier encounter was still there, and he used the slipperiness to lubricate my clit. He began rubbing it in small circles, gently at first, and then with increasing pressure.
With his other hand, he lifted my shirt, exposing my breasts. They were fairly small, but perky. His mouth closed over one of my nipples, and I felt a jolt of excitement shoot through me. My heart began to flutter wildly in my chest, and I could hardly breathe.
His tongue swirled around my nipple, and it stiffened against the warmth and moisture. I gasped, and he moaned happily. I felt his hair fall down over my chest, and it tickled delightfully. I struggled to pull my shirt off with one hand, and he used his free hand to help me.
His finger dipped lightly inside my pussy, just barely penetrating me. I wanted more than anything to feel him inside me. I wanted him to be my first. I wanted to give him my most precious gift – my virginity.
“Chris?” I whispered into his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his shoulder.
“Yeah?” he whispered back.
“I want you to be my first,” I told him.
“Your first what?” he asked.
“My first,” I emphasized.
“Your first… oh. Oh!” he replied, suddenly understanding. “You mean you’re a…”
“Yes, Chris. I’m a virgin,” I told him.
He froze. His fingers stopped touching me, and his body backed away from me very slightly.
I grabbed him and pulled him to me, pressing my bare breasts against his chest. I pushed my lips against his, squeezing his body close to me and wrapping his hair around my fingers.
“Please, Chris,” I begged him. “I want you to be my first.”
“Look, Mika,” he said, his voice low, but firm, “I just don’t know if I can do this. I care about you, and I don’t want to end up hurting you.”
“Chris, I’m not looking to marry you or anything. I just want to lose my virginity, and I really, really want it to be you,” I told him, nuzzling his neck and exhaling softly.
He made a low, whining groan, and I knew his resolve was melting. That lone noise was enough to tell me it wouldn’t be long until he gave in.
“Please, Chris,” I whispered into his ear. “Let me give you my virginity. Don’t make me beg.”
I touched my lips softly against his neck and exhaled again, pulling my lips gently across the skin of his neck and up to his ear, where I nibbled delicately on his earlobe.
“My God…” he groaned, and he dropped his head, resting his forehead on my chest. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, girl.”
“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,” I told him. “I may look young, but there’s a woman inside me aching to get out, Chris. Help me!”
He lifted his head and looked straight into my eyes. I could barely see the outline of his face in the light from the street lamp outside my window. He looked troubled, but there was a hunger in his eyes that drove me wild. I placed my good hand on his cheek and pulled his face close to me, kissing him lightly on the lips.
“Please,” I whispered long and slow.
This seemed to be all he needed. His eyes shifted briefly, and he pushed his lips firmly against mine, shoving my head back into my pillow. I could hear the rustle of fabric as he quickly wiggled out of his sweatpants, and then he mounted me. His hands struggled to yank off my panties, and I lifted my hips to assist him.
He shoved my legs forcefully apart with his knees, his tongue probing wildly inside my mouth. I felt his hard cock pushing against my outer labia, searching for my opening as his hands explored my body.
There was something wild and visceral about the way he was behaving with me, as if he’d lost control of his common sense and was now being guided by something primal and savage. I don’t believe I could have stopped him at that point, even if I’d wanted to.
He grabbed his cock with his right hand and guided it toward me, using his fingers to spread my lips apart. He rubbed he head up and down over my slit, lubricating it. As it rubbed over my clit, I shivered. I could literally feel my blood rushing to my pussy.
He positioned the head at the entrance, pushing gently against it. He was now nibbling – no, practically gnawing at my neck. I could feel his breath, hot and ragged against my skin, and I could hear him growling low and guttural deep in his throat as his teeth nipped at my skin.
His hips thrust forward, pushing his cock a few centimeters inside me. I could feel myself stretching and wrapping around him, the head pushing against my hymen, but not yet breaking it.
He thrust forward again, a little harder this time. My hymen stretched backward and began to sting. I sucked in a little air and bit my lip, digging my fingernails into his back.
His arms went around me, pressing my entire body against him. My breasts were squashed against him, and he still gnawed savagely at my neck and shoulder. With one final push, his cock sank inside me, tearing my hymen apart and sending a searing pain rushing through me. I gasped aloud, my eyes wide and blurred with tears.
“Ow, ow!” I whined pitifully, but I don’t think he heard me.
He was now sliding in and out of me. The pain was still significant, but it was fading fast. My grunts of discomfort were soon replaced by gasps of pleasure as I felt his cock plunging deeper and deeper inside me. It slammed repeatedly against my cervix, sending jolts of intense pleasure through me. I could feel the tension building inside me. The harder it punched against my cervix, the more intense the pleasure became.
“Do me doggy!” I gasped, hoping it would drive him even deeper inside me.
He reached underneath me and attempted to flip me onto my stomach. I wiggled over, taking care not to put my weight on my broken hand. I had to steady myself with one hand, making my position rather precarious. His hands gripped my hips, and he plunged his cock deep inside me, slamming against my cervix roughly. I gasped.
I wobbled and teetered as I struggled to keep myself from falling over using only one hand. Noticing my difficulty, Chris wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me upward, pushing my back against his chest. I pushed my hips back against him as his cock plunged in and out of me.
He kept one hand around me, dropping the other to finger my clit. His middle finger pressed firmly against it, rubbing it in tiny circles. The combination of his grunting, the thump of his cock against my cervix, and the stimulation of my clit were sending me closer and closer to the edge. I felt his teeth start to gnaw at my back, and he grunted with each thrust.
“Oh, God,” I whispered. “I’m gonna cum!”
He groaned savagely, his thrusting becoming erratic. His arm squeezed me so tightly I could scarcely breathe, and his fingers pushed firmly against my clit as they moved rapidly against it. My breath shuddered, and my thighs began to quiver. I felt the walls of my pussy begin to pulse around his shaft as his cock began to pulse, shooting jets of hot cum deep inside me. It was all I could do to bite my lip and keep from screaming as orgasmic bliss washed over me, building inside my pussy and flooding in waves up to my clit and out through the rest of my body.
He continued to thrust inside me and rub my clit, and my orgasm continued, bursting out across my body like a tidal wave. I thought it would never end as his jizz popped inside me again and again.
Finally, it subsided. My trembling body dropped forward weakly, and I rolled onto my back. He dropped down beside me, struggling to regulate his erratic breathing.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Yeah, wow,” he agreed, kissing my shoulder gently.
“Chris, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” I said, once I managed to catch my breath.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“What happened the day I broke my hand? In your room, I mean.”
“Oh, that. I kind of lost control. I felt like nobody gave a shit about me,” he admitted.
“Oh, Chris,” I breathed, leaning my head on his chest and kissing it softly. “You know I care about you.”
“I know,” he said.
“Don’t ever think no one cares about you, because I always will,” I promised.
I felt his lips on the top of my head, and his arms squeezed me close. I never wanted the moment to end, and I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. In fact, Chris and I are currently dating with the blessing of our parents, and we couldn’t be happier. I know it seems a little strange, considering we are stepsiblings, but to us, it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Losing My Virginity
By Jade K. Scott
Copyright 2013 by Jade K. Scott
Chapter One
I had been masturbating for years, but I was always terrified to go all the way. I must admit that I was curious. I wanted to know what it was like, and I wanted to please my boyfriend. But I just couldn’t deal with losing my virginity.
One Saturday night, my parents were out for the evening, and my brother had gone out with friends. I was home alone, so I took the opportunity to pop one of my dad’s porn videos into the DVD player. I was lying on the couch wearing nothing but a bra and panties, and I had my hand thrust inside my underwear. I was fingering myself, and I was nearing climax, moaning loudly, when the front door opened.
Before I had time to react, my brother’s best friend, Shawn, had barged in and seen me. I was mortified. I picked up one of the couch cushions and quickly used it to hide myself. Shawn looked over at the television. He watched for a moment as a guy pounded a woman roughly with his hard cock. Then he grinned at me.
“Well, Squirt! Looks like you’ve really grown up!” Shawn teased.
I picked up a throw pillow and lobbed it at his head.
“Shawn, get out!” I shrieked. “What are you doing here? Where’s Brad?”
“He’s at the restaurant,” Shawn said. “He forgot his wallet, and he asked me to come get it for him so he wouldn’t have to leave his date.”
“Didn’t you have a date?” I asked.
“Nah,” he replied. “Naomi broke up with me last week. She’s dating some skater dude now.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said.
“It’s okay. I didn’t really like her that much, anyway,” he admitted. “What about you? Why are you home on a Saturday night without a date?”
“Boys my age are painfully boring,” I told him, rolling my eyes emphatically. “And it’s hard to meet older guys around here.”
“I’m an older guy,” he shrugged.
“Yeah, but… you’re Brad’s best friend. And I’ve known you forever,” I argued.
“So? I could show you a thing or two,” he said confidently.
“Like what?” I asked curiously, wondering just how far he was willing to take things. I’d had a secret crush on Shawn for years, but I never thought he’d be interested in his best friend’s little sister.
He sat down on the couch beside me and leaned in close to me. I could feel his warm breath on my face.
“Like this,” he whispered, taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss.
I felt his tongue slip between my lips, and my heard started to flutter rapidly. His tongue was soft and warm, and his breath tasted like pizza. My arms instinctively went around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
I felt his hand slip down from its spot on my shoulder to fondle my breast. His fingers slipped under the lace of my bra and found my small, pink nipple. He pinched it slightly, and I felt it stiffen.
Then his hand went behind the couch cushion I was using to hide myself. It slowly trailed down my belly, pausing just before the waistband of my panties. I was breathless with anticipation. I wanted him to touch me. His kiss was intense and passionate, and it was driving me wild.
His fingers inched slowly, cautiously inside my panties. His hand lingered at the precipice, teasing me, refusing to touch me. I felt his hand wrap over my pubic mound, his fingers tickling the little tuft of hair. I purred softly, the sound mostly muffled by his lips. My hips pushed forward, trying to encourage him to touch me. Finally, his finger slipped between my lips and brushed lightly over my clit. I shivered.
“Mmm, baby… you’re so wet,” he said smoothly into my ear.
The warmth of his breath tickled, and I shivered again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to mine as his fingers spread my labia and touched me in ways I’d never been touched before.
My entire body felt warm and tingly. I couldn’t believe how he was making me feel. It was like I was waking up for the first time in my life.
“Shawn, wait,” I gasped breathlessly, putting my hand on his arm.
“What is it?” Shawn asked, breathing softly against my neck and sending chills down my arms.
“I’m… I’m a virgin,” I said, my face flushing hot with embarrassment.
He froze.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him, thrusting my hips against his hand.
“Wait a minute. You’re a virgin?” he clarified.
“Yes, but I want to do it with you,” I said quickly.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said. “I can’t do this. You’re Brad’s little sister. He’d kill me!”
“He doesn’t have to know,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.
He jerked out of my embrace and stood up, backing away. He nearly tripped over the coffee table.
“No, no. I can’t do this,” he said, shaking his head.
“Please, Shawn!” I begged him. “I want you to!”
I stood up and quickly
unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I stood in the dim light that flickered from the television, my small breasts bare and begging to be touched.
I could see Shawn’s chest rising and falling roughly. His hands were balled into tight fists by his sides, and he gritted his teeth and glared menacingly at me. I could tell it was taking every ounce of willpower within him to resist.
“Don’t fight it, Shawn!” I begged him. “Take me!”
I stepped forward and pressed my body against his. I could feel his erection hard and ready against my thigh. I maneuvered my hips so it stabbed between my legs.
“Tammy, please,” he moaned, trying to back away. “Brad would freak out.”
“He’ll never know,” I promised.
“This isn’t right. You should be with someone you love,” he argued.
“Was your first time with someone you loved?” I challenged him, knowing the answer.
“My first time was with Kathy Woodall in the backseat of her cousin’s Accord, and she never spoke to me again,” he said.
“Right, because you two weren’t even dating,” I remembered.
“But you’re a girl!” he said.
I took his hands and placed them on my breasts.
“Damn right I am,” I agreed. “And I’m also an adult now. I’m eighteen, and I know what I want!”
His hands lingered there, cupping my B-cup breasts, for several moments. His eyes closed, and his fingers moved to pinch my nipples between them. He bent his head and closed his lips over one of them, sucking gently. I moaned softly.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his hardness against me once more.
“Of course I do,” I told him.
“Why? Why are you doing this to me?” he groaned, squeezing my ass and smelling the bend of my neck.
“Because I want you to fuck me, Shawn,” I said. “I want you to plunge your cock into my pussy and tear my hymen apart. I want you to be my first!”
Something happened inside Shawn at that moment – something primal and savage. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me away from him, staring into my eyes with an intensity I’d never seen before. His lip twitched, and he shoved me onto the couch and tore my panties away.
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