by Ava Grace
“I love you, Zoey,” he said, his arms beginning to tremble from the force of keeping him propped up over my body. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. And I’ve wanted you for so long. Just like this.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He loved me? Happiness exploded inside my chest.
“I love you, too.” I breathed. “So much it consumes me.”
He lit up with my words, shoving his cock into me harder and harder.
“Zoey, I’m coming!” he shouted. “Come for me too, baby. Show me how much you love your brother fucking you so hard.”
His demand and the reminder of what he was to me was enough to push me over the edge. I felt his cock swell inside me with his words and I threw my head back and screamed out his name. Neal grunted into my shoulder and pressed deep into me before releasing burst after burst of hot seed. Afterward we collapsed together in a heap.
“Am I too heavy for you?” he mumbled into my hair.
“No,” I said truthfully. “You’re just right.”
Then I promptly fell asleep.
Chapter Eight
Zoey was sore the morning after the best night of my life, but she still insisted on me fucking her again. I did her slower then—took my time, even though she tried to use every trick in the book to get me to go faster. Seemed like my Zoey was a dirty girl—she liked it hard and rough. Well, she was going to get it like that from me. Often.
We spent the weekend all but glued to one another’s sides. If we weren’t fucking then she was sucking my cock or letting me eat her pussy. It was hands down my favorite fucking thing in the whole wide world. She always got so wet and her cream tasted un-fucking-believable. I couldn’t get enough of it.
Over the course of those two days, I fucked Zoey in my bed and in hers, against the wall in the shower and she even rode my dick on the couch. Once, I bent her over the kitchen table and gave it to her hard from behind. And the more I fucked her, the more she begged me for my cock. We never did get to have our movie night, but the seduction I’d planned was irrelevant in the end because Zoey had essentially seduced me.
Our weekend had turned into more than I could have wished for. Zoey really was my ideal woman. She was open to trying anything and wasn’t afraid to tell me what she did and didn’t like. She was always so vocal too, moaning loudly and screaming out my name when she came. I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep her quiet when I fucked her with our parents in the house, but I’d have fun trying. Besides, if we needed alone time I could always take her out to the treehouse to fuck her there.
We slept in my room on Sunday night, then I woke up early Monday morning, just as it was starting to get light. Her ass grinding back against my dick was the best wake-up call I’d ever got. I got hard in two seconds flat.
My face was buried under a mass of strawberry scented hair. I took a moment to breathe it in as I ran a hand up her long, lithe thighs and over her narrow hips. My dick jerked when I ghosted my fingers over her smoothly shaven mound. I wanted nothing more than to push her face down and bury myself in her moist heat. My breathing became ragged.
“You need it again, baby girl?”
“God, yes,” she moaned. “I’ll always need it from you. Please?”
How could I deny her anything? I took hold of my dick and pushed it between her thighs, teasing it through her folds. She was already wet for me so I found her little clit and rubbed my dick against it. She liked it when I did that, mewling and moaning and grinding her hips. I rubbed harder.
“Oh!” she shouted. “Yes!”
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you.” My dick was soaking by this point and my legs were shaking from the effort it took to hold back.
Her moans grew louder and her body began to tremble. I kept rubbing my dick on her clit and waited until she started to come before pushing deeply inside her. I’d never get enough of the feeling of her cunt clamping down on my cock as she came, coating me with her cream.
After she’d stopped coming, I covered her from behind, pressing her belly into the mattress. I got her to close her legs then I slid my cock between them and pushed it as deeply into her cunt as our bodies would allow. Her moans were muffled by the pillow and even though she’d already come and was well fucked by now, she still raised her pert little ass up to meet my thrusts. She loved grinding herself on my dick—loved fucking me every bit as much as I loved doing her.
I rolled over on my side, taking her with me and lifted her leg, watching my cock, wet and glistening, sliding in and out of her from behind. There was no finer sight than seeing myself disappear into that little pink hole that was always ready to take me.
But right then, I felt like teasing her.
I pulled my cock all of the way out and I began rubbing it through her folds again, before sliding it back in. I did this several times, but once as I dragged it back and forth, it slid over the tight little pucker of her asshole, making her gasp.
Zoey arched her back and pushed her ass out in invitation so I did it again. On the third pass I pressed my cock gently against her hole and to my surprise, she pushed back, allowing me entrance into the only virgin hole her body had left. My cock was so damn wet from all her cream that it slipped past the first ring of muscle with ease and I stilled, just inside her ass. I would have given anything to push it the rest of the way inside.
“Zoey?” I asked, my voice thick with need.
“Do it, Neal,” she invited. “Fuck my ass.”
I couldn’t deny that I wanted to, but I didn’t want to hurt her. She was so new to all this and even though she wanted to try everything with me, I didn’t want to bombard her with too much too soon. We were still getting to know each other in this new, sexual way and this was a lot for me to process too.
“Are you sure? There’s no rush, Zo. We could try that some other time.”
“I’m good.” She pushed back onto my dick, insistent. “I want to see what it’s like.”
“I’ve never done that before,” I admitted. But I wanted to. I really, really wanted to.
“Never? I like that it’ll be your first time too. It’ll be fine, Neal. Just push your cock all the way inside me. But go slow, okay? I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for patience. “Okay, baby. I’ll go slow.”
Even if it killed me. I’d do this for her.
And for me.
It took every ounce of restraint I possessed to push inside her ass inch by agonizing inch. She gasped and moaned and gripped hold of my thighs as she took me inside this taboo place. Finally, I bottomed out. It was the most amazing feeling ever.
“You okay?” I paused, afraid to move even a muscle.
“It feels…different,” she said after taking a few deep breaths. “Hurts a little, but not too much. Mostly I just feel full—in a good way. I can’t explain it properly, but I think I need you to move.”
I needed to move too, but I would have stayed inside her ass like this all day until she was ready for more. I pulled my cock halfway out of her.
“Oh! Out feels good.”
Fucking hell. Out felt incredible. Her muscles were squeezing my cock tightly as if she was trying to milk me of every drop of seed I possessed. I pushed back inside, a little faster this time. She reached back and spread her ass cheek wide which gave me an even greater view of where we were joined. I nearly shot my load right then and there. I fucked her harder.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
I hadn’t planned on it. I don’t know if I’d have been able to stop if my life had depended on it. It felt so damn good to be moving inside her like this—even more intimate if that was possible. I started fucking her with short, shallow thrusts, using my hands to explore her body. With a hand against her stomach, I pressed her back into me then covered her pert breasts, toying with her hard little nipples causing her to shout out and grind back onto my cock. She was incredible. It didn’t take long until she was pushing back onto
me with gusto, her back arched as she took me deep. I reached a hand down to her mound and started rubbing her clit.
“Think you can come again for me, Zo?”
She nodded, her breathing labored. “Yes. Will you come inside my ass at the same time? I want to feel your cum dripping out of my hole afterward.”
“Fuck, Zo. You’re such a dirty little thing. Fucking perfect for me, baby.” I gritted my teeth and fucked her a little harder wanting more than anything to give her what she’d asked for. “I will, baby. I’ll come inside your ass.”
I worked her clit harder and pushed my cock into her with more force. I could only imagine how incredible it would feel to have her tight ass muscles contract around my cock when she came. I could feel it building in the base of my spine and I chased it, fucking her harder, deeper, faster.
“Zo,” I pleaded.
She gasped, her head falling back on my shoulder. “Yes! I’m coming, Neal. Can’t…Ahhh!” Her screams of pleasure alone would have been enough to make me spurt, but when her ass started contracting and clamping down on my cock, milking it for all I as worth, I thrust into her one last time and emptied my nuts inside her with a loud roar. My release was intense, violent and downright fucking perfection. I pressed her down against the mattress once more as the last of my seed shot into her uterus. It took several moments until our breathing finally evened out and a few more until we drifted into deep, contented sleep. Spent.
Chapter Nine
When I roused into consciousness, it took me a while to get my bearings. The sun was shining brightly through the gap in the drapes and I was boiling hot. I understood all too soon that it was because Neal’s body was half covering me from behind and his overheated flesh made it feel like I had a heated blanket wrapped around me. After another moment, I realized he was also the reason I felt uncomfortably full and more than a little sore. His cock—deflated as it was, was still buried inside my ass.
I tried to move, but his arms clamped around me, holding me tighter.
“Zoey, you’d better hurry or you’ll be late for school!” my mom called up the stairs.
Panic unlike anything I’d ever experienced gripped me in its clutches.
When I didn’t reply, she called again. “Zoey?”
“I’ll be down in a minute!” I shouted back.
I elbowed Neal in the ribs and he grunted and jerked away from me, his cock finally slipping out of my ass. I hissed at the bite of pain as I leaped out of bed and frantically looked around for my clothes. They weren’t in the room. I was practically hyperventilating when I remembered that I’d left them on my bathroom floor after Neal and I had showered together the night before.
“Zoey? What’s going on?” Neal asked sleepily.
“Shh,” I put my finger to my lips then nodded to the door. “Mom and dad are home.”
Neal shrugged, unconcerned. “They’re going to find out about us soon enough anyway.”
“What?” I whispered, unable to hide my alarm. “Why would they find out?”
He looked at me like I’d just lost my mind. “Because I’m going to tell them, that’s why. They have a right to know, Zo. Besides, we haven’t done anything wrong. Remember that. All we did was fall in love.”
I smiled in spite of myself, but when I heard my mother moving around in the hallway outside Neal’s bedroom door, my panic returned anew. I ran for the en-suite and found my jeans and t-shirt on the bathroom floor. They’d been discarded in a hurry and tossed in a heap. I dressed as quickly as possible then walked to the bedroom door, my ear pressed against the wood, listening closely.
Neal chuckled at my behavior then rolled over and promptly went back to sleep. Typical! How could he leave me to deal with the fallout on my own? I was going to strangle him later. He could count on it!
When I was sure the coast was clear, I opened the door a fraction and peered out. There was no sign of my mother so I tiptoed across the hallway, then slipped inside my room. I closed the door behind me and slumped against it, trying to get my breathing to slow down. That had been close. Too close.
I was nervous about my mom and stepdad finding out about our relationship, but Neal was right—they had to find out sooner or later because he and I were a done deal. It was clear that we were in this for the long haul and we couldn’t keep it a secret forever. I didn’t want to live like that and neither did Neal. But despite the need for them to know, I didn’t want either my mom or stepdad to find out by walking in on us in bed together. I can only imagine how they would have reacted, but I think my mom would have been upset and I guess I could understand that. I just hoped she’d forgive us when she did find out.
When I’d finally calmed down to something resembling normal, I got ready for school then went to face the music. Fortunately, my stepdad was on his way out the door to leave for work as I arrived in the kitchen. My mom was running around trying to do a hundred things at once—the laundry, make breakfast, clean the house—so she didn’t have time to chat. She kissed me on the cheek and said we’d catch up later then disappeared to into another room. I was relieved, but I was only putting off the inevitable.
When Josie picked me up for school, she spent the entire drive chatting about her weekend and her plans for the summer after we’d graduated. I tried to be enthused, but all I could think of was Neal. I didn’t tell Josie what had happened between us because I thought that my mom and stepdad should be the first to know. But she was going to freak out when she found out, for sure.
Josie knew about my feelings for Neal. I’d confessed them to her one night when we were hanging out at the diner. She’d always told me to go for it, so I was confident that she’d be cool with it.
I’d been dreading my last period English Class with Mr. Peters after the episode in the parking lot on Friday, but when I got to class I learned that the professor wouldn’t be teaching us anymore. There was an older lady seated at his desk who informed us that Mr. Peters didn’t work at the school anymore. It wasn’t long before the rumors circulated and by the time I got out to the parking lot at the end of the day, everyone was talking about how Mr. Peters had been let go for inappropriate behavior. I couldn’t say I was all that surprised. He’d had it coming for years. If anything, I guess I was relieved.
I’d been planning on riding home with Josie, but Neal was standing against the trunk of the Camaro, waiting for me to finish. His face lit up when he saw me and as soon as I reached him, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me full on the lips, his tongue making itself at home in my mouth. I was in a daze by the time it ended and he took my hand to lead me to the passenger door. I got a few stares as I slid into the leather seat, but I didn’t let them get to me. I knew that not everyone would be down with seeing Neal and me together. I was okay with that.
Despite my resolve, my stomach churned on the drive home as I thought about what I was going to say to my mom and stepdad, but it didn’t go as badly as I’d feared. My stepdad shouted for a while, my mom cried, but then she reached out and took hold of my hand.
“Are you happy?” she asked, her red-rimmed eyes more curious now than upset.
I squeezed her hand and nodded, a tear sliding down my cheek. “I’ve never been happier,” I told her and it was the truth.
I’d been in love with my stepbrother for years, finding any excuse possible to be alone with him. Spying on him from the treehouse—fantasizing about him—wishing that he would one day return my feelings. Never in my wildest imaginings did I think that I would get the life I always wanted and that I could live it with Neal by my side, but I guess I’d been wrong about that.
When Neal reached out and took hold of my other hand, my mom gasped and another tear slid down her face, but I could tell that it wasn’t an unhappy tear like the ones before it. My mom loved Neal and over the coming weeks and months as she saw how well he treated me and how good we were together, I think she was even happier for us than we were.
The End
The Dare
Chapter One
Making myself comfortable on the lounger, I closed my eyes against the glare of the afternoon sun and prayed for strength. I’d had a near permanent boner since we’d arrived in Cancun, Mexico three days ago. If my stepsister, Avery continued to strut around the pool in those skimpy little bikinis I wouldn’t be held responsible for my actions. Every time she came and stretched out on the lounger next to me my cock sat up waved hello. Then it started twitching and jerking as if any moment it might walk on over to her on its own volition to ask her for a nice, firm handshake.
Why the hell had my dad and stepmom decided that we needed to come on this stupid vacation anyway? I think my stepmom was getting nostalgic because Avery and I had just graduated high school and would be heading off to college in the fall. This vacation was supposed to be our last hurrah. Avery and I were old enough to vacation with friends and didn’t want to go away with the rents anymore so my stepmom had insisted on a last family get together in the sun. It was excruciating.
“Hey baby brother,” Avery said, plonking her ass down on the lounger next to me. “Can you put some sun lotion on my back?”
I opened my eyes then shot her a glare, biting my tongue against a retort. She knew I hated it when she called me that. There were only three days between our birthdays, but she loved to remind me that she was the oldest—had done since our parents had gotten together three years ago. I also hated the reminder that I was her brother, even though it was by marriage only because it made me feel guilty for wanting her the way I did.
Avery and I were from a small town in New England. There were two schools in our area, but we not only went to the same one, we’d been in the same class since kindergarten. I’d always had a crush on her. Even when we were little I used to try to hold her hand. She never let me, but you had to give me props, I was a persistent SOB.
