by Jenny Rose
I didn’t need to hear anything else and was more than happy to take stepdaddy’s money and hit the island to collect my thoughts and think about the recent turn of events and how they would affect my relationship with Lance and how to assure that it never got back to our parents. I seriously doubted he would run and tell either of them but I knew that all Hannah would have to do was see one glance or secret whisper and she would know something. She always knew when I was trying to hide something or keep anything from her, almost as if she could read my mind. Once, she told me that my aura seemed a bit off kilter and even though it made perfect sense that she would say that I could never figure out how she could see it. My mother had always fashioned herself some sort of earthy, hippie type and believed that she could see auras and read vibes so I let her fanciful mind come up with whatever it wanted to keep her happy. There is no way I could hide the flush of my cheeks or the mischievous thoughts in my mind from her intuitive soul.
I grabbed a bagel and juice at a little stand near the beach and signed up for a parasailing adventure but was told that due to the wait, I would have to take the 3:00 boat, so I told her that I would definitely not be late. In the meantime, I strolled along the beach with my shoes in hand and the memory of what Lance and I shared last night.
After he brought me to the highest of heights twice with his talented tongue, he crawled between my thighs and brought with him a rock hard cock that was not only thick but one of the longest I’d seen. My eyes widened as I felt it press against my throbbing nether region and as he slid himself in, he looked into my eyes and said,
“If only our folks could see us now.” I moaned in pleasure but also tried to let him know that I didn’t appreciate him bringing them up at a time like that but it only came out as an elongated and low-toned resonance of his name. Clawing the flesh of his back as I pressed my hips forward, he pulled himself back then rammed into me deeper and harder, making my eyes close and toes curl into the sheet below me. Raising my knees, I found that I had some of the sheet stuck in the grip of my toes but it freed itself as my knees went to his waist and I pulled his face down to kiss me. His slow strokes soon became a strong and quick pace that sent chills up and down my spine with each thrust and I rocked my hips to meet each one only to fall back against the mattress as he pulled himself from me. I placed my hands on his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around my back and with one, fluid motion, he flipped us over so that I was on top of him and he pushed me to a sitting position.
“I want to see you.” His hands reached for my perky breasts and cupped them as my hips began to rock back and forth on top of his strong frame to have my movements matched by the thrusting of his own hips. I placed my hands on his muscular chest and my nails slightly dug into his flesh. “That’s it. Hurt me if it feels good.” I moaned and screamed his name at the top of my lungs while the occasional “yes” and “oh, my god” would also find themselves being shouted from my lips as I mindlessly blurted the first thing that came to me. He pinched my nipples and I bit my lip as my hips rocked faster, causing the friction of our bodies to build into a raging fire that once again exploded from deep within my raving soul. Moaning like a wild animal and shrieking like a banshee, I came all over my stepbrother and his massive cock, squirting my juices forth in a mind-blowing orgasm as I gripped his flesh and threw my head towards the heavens with a wide smile.
He sat up to kiss me, holding me tightly as he shifted positions, swinging his legs to the side and moving to stand with me on his lap. Securing me from behind with his strong arm, I held on to his waist with my thighs and he walked from the bed to open balcony doors then stepped outside. He placed my ass on the small half-wall that was supposed to act as a barrier between us and the ground and as I looked over my shoulder, the height came into perspective as he slammed deep into me and I felt myself come up from the wall. He laughed as he held my tightly even though I threw my arms around him with a shrill shriek.
“You ass! Don’t do that!” I hopped down from the wall and slapped him on the chest as I kissed him and turned to look out at the ocean even though all I could see was the reflection of the moon as the waves crashed onto the shore. Presenting myself to him, he slid into me from behind and gripped my hips and I heard him suck in his breath as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way he completely filled me. My stepbrother grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back to look at him with a smile and slow nod, as if to affirm that he was balls-deep in his stepsister and so that I could see the look on his face when he began to come. Within seconds, he released my hair and placed both hands on my hips as he screamed my name.
I sat on his lap under the light of the moon as we caught our breath and the feel of our skin pressed against each other was all it took for his thick manhood to soon become erect and I was once again filled with his throbbing cock. We made love until the sun began to rise and as the new day began, I fell asleep in his arms and woke up to find him missing. Thinking back on our night together was making me want to go back and take him to bed but I decided that I should probably cool off a bit so I rented a beach locker, snorkel and goggles then stowed my belongings and headed for the water to explore something more than the bedrooms of Aruba.
Chapter Eleven
I couldn’t wait to get back to the room and tell Lance all about the adventure I had flying high above the waters of Aruba tethered to nothing but a parachute and harness but when I returned, there was no sign of him or Jason. Somewhat let down, I went to my room and got undressed so that I could shower and decide what to do with the rest of my day. Placing my phone on the marble counter of the elaborate bathroom, I tapped “Play” on my music application and slid the volume indicator all the way to the right so that I could hear it from underneath the running water. Assuring that it was to the point of almost too hot, I stuck my hand in to find that I needed to increase the warm water a bit and after a moment it was ready for me to enter the steamy embrace of the large walk-in. Smiling with great comfort as the heat rushed over my skin, I felt as if every tension and worry I ever had washed down the drain with the soothing water. Still unable to believe that I’d actually crossed the unspoken boundary between stepsiblings, my mind raced as I tried to determine whether or not that it would be a recurring incident or something that happened once and never to be spoken of again. The water was just so relaxing that I couldn’t really worry about Lance right now even if I wanted to and Jason’s problems would just have to wait until I was dressed. The fact that I looked to Jason as a father figure and his son as my brother-type would surely complicate family gatherings in the future if this ever got back to him and Hannah and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be labeled as “that girl who screws her brother” because that simply wasn’t the case. I mean, sure, Lance and I had known each other for a long time and had lived together as siblings but there wasn’t any blood between us and just because our parents married each other didn’t mean that we couldn’t sleep together, did it? Once again, something I would worry about when I got out of the shower. I tried to keep my mind off of Lance and the amazing sex that we shared and just as he was almost completely out of my thoughts and replaced with the fragrant aroma of my shampoo, I thought of the way his fingers gripped my hair and made me howl like a wolf in the night. There was no driving him from the forefront of my mind so I tried to finish rinsing my hair without any more invasions of thoughts about my stepbrother’s perfect body or tantalizing touch. As my hands rinsed the soap from my body, I couldn’t keep his fingertips out of my mind as I imagined he were touching me and I had to get out of the shower before I let myself get too carried away.
Drying myself and wrapping the towel around my chest, I tucked it in itself and walked into the bedroom from the adjoining bathroom and started getting dressed when I heard voices in the living room and I figured that Jason and Lance had returned while I was in the shower. I tossed on a bikini and cover until I decided what to wear and twisted my hair, clipped it and allowed the ends to fall to
the nape of my neck. I was slammed right in the face when I walked into the living room and saw Lance and one of the women from the night before canoodling on the sofa. Trying not to make my disappointment and shock so evident, I rolled my eyes to avoid looking at him and tried to figure out just what was going through his mind. I’d had men do my pretty crappy before but this completely beat all I’d ever seen as far as an act of pure evil. How could he slink into my bed, confuse my mind and body to the point that he haunted my every waking thought only to simply toss me aside as if I were just another one of his side line bimbos. Maybe to him, it was all about saying the right words to see if he could get what he wanted or he was just a soulless creature with no emotion whatsoever but regardless of what is problem was, it took everything I had within me to keep from finding something with which to knock him unconscious. I walked to the mini bar and poured myself a shot of tequila and heard,
“Great idea. Heidi, let’s join my sister for shots.” The giggling blond agreed that she thought alcohol was the answer and the two of them walked towards me and I grabbed the tequila bottle, my shot glass and a handful of limes then retreated to my room.
“I wanted some of that!” He yelled to me as I shut the door. There was another bottle that they could share but for the moment, all I wanted was to be left alone and maybe that Lance would burn in hell. After three or four shots, I’d exhausted my supply of twist and decided that getting drunk in my room, alone and full of pity, was no way to spend my last night in Aruba no matter what my asshole of a stepbrother was doing with the tramp in the next room. Was I really sitting here, jealous of my stepbrother and one of his many conquests? No, jealousy wasn’t the issue here and I knew it. What was bothering me is that I allowed myself to fall right into bed with him and he acted as if I was just another one of his many women that he could use for the night and toss aside, not taking into consideration that I was going to be a part of his life no matter who he screwed or managed to sweet talk into bed. I wasn’t upset in the least that he crawled into bed with me in the middle of the night nor did I regret the wonderful things that we did with each other but what I did find a problem with way my gullibility and I promised myself that it would be nothing except a normal and good sibling relationship from this day forward and I wasn’t about to let myself get swept away by his looks or charm anymore since I now knew that I meant nothing more to him than a few hours good time. Frustrated, I tossed the cover-up onto the floor, replaced it with a short skirt and tiny top, found some cute shoes and applied a small amount of lip gloss and eyeshadow just for a bit of color and grabbed my purse. Of course, I still had most of the cash I’d gotten from Jason and Lance’s credit card and I planned to allow Lance to treat me to a night I’d never remember. Hopefully, I’d end up somewhere having some wild island sex with a bronze god named Stefan under the moonlight somewhere. One could only hope but all I knew is that I had to get out of the room and away from Lance and I couldn’t even fathom that he didn’t realize why I was being so standoffish.
“I’ll be back later, don’t wait up” was all I said as I walked to the door and he rushed to meet me before I walked into the hall. Taking my elbow in his hand, he said,
“Wait just a minute, I want to talk to you.” I looked him in the eyes and said,
“Whatever you have to tell me can wait. I’ve got things to do and limited time to do them in, so if you’d excuse me.” His grip on my elbow loosened and I jerked free and headed towards the elevator, slightly swaying a bit from the shots I’d imbibed in my room earlier and suddenly felt as if the hall was spinning.
“Ray, are you alright?” These were the last words I heard before I grabbed at the wall with my hand and slid to the floor, completely drunk beyond what I’d originally thought. Lance was at my side in an instant and scooped me up into his arms as if I were a doll then carried me to my bed.
“Hey hon, my sister isn’t feeling too well so why don’t you take off and if I have time before I leave, I’ll give you a call?” Leaving her standing beside the sofa, he whisked me to the bed and laid me down on top of the soft mattress. I looked up to him with blurred vision and the only thing that I could form my mouth to say was,
“I hate you” then I closed my eyes. I heard him laugh as my head spun and I tried to fight off the urge to vomit and he simply said,
“No, you don’t.”
Chapter Twelve
I woke up alone with the bedside lamp providing the only illumination for the room since the double doors leading outside had been pulled shut and the main light and that of the bathroom had also been extinguished. My head ached and I desperately needed water but most of all, I was completely embarrassed by the fact that my rebellion made it as far as almost the elevator. Remembering that I was leaving in a huff because of the audacity of my stepbrother to bring another woman to the room only hours after being in my bed only made the throb in my head worsen so I got up and went to search my bags for some pain reliever. Lance must have heard movement coming from my room because within moments of my stirring, the door opened and there stood his smiling face, looking down on me while he folded his arms across his chest and slowly shook his head.
“Fucking lightweight.” As I fished the travel-sized bottle of aspirin from my carry-on bag, I glared at him and rolled my eyes.
“Fucking whore.” His eyes widened and he gave me a look of confusion mixed with shock.
“Whoa, that got hostile pretty quickly. What’s with the name calling?” I wasn’t in the mood for his ego while trying to nurse this headache so I just laid my cards on the table. Standing up, I placed my aggravated, demure frame in front of his stocky build somewhat resembling Mighty Mouse standing up against Superman and I said,
“Well, first off, you surprised the shit out of my by sliding into my bed and sharing one of the most amazing experiences I’d ever had only to bring some girl back to the room less than twenty four hours later and I think it’s rather distasteful if you ask me.” He glared down to me and shifted his weight. “Did you ever consider that you would have to see me again once we crossed that line? Do you even put my feelings into consideration before you go out and find these women?” His amused expression somewhat bewildered me and I stopped my rant to put my hands on my hips and with a tilted head, I simply asked, “What?”
He smiled and said,
“You assume too much. What even makes you think she was here for me?” The question in itself was appalling and I gasped as I slapped him on the arm a little harder than usual.
“You know I’m not into chicks. I told you about the horrible experimentation phase I went through during first semester. That’s not for me and you know it.” He burst into laughter and lowered his head as he shook it in amusement.
“Ray, Ray, Ray. What am I going to do with you? Heidi is a masseuse and was here to give you a total body rub while I was tending to some things at the office but I had to send her on her way and go work without knowing that you were being taken care of and yes, I left your drunk ass here alone while I cleaned out the rest of my things from corporate. I figured if you were going to die, it was probably best that there were no witnesses, anyway.” My face ran through all the stages of red, starting with a mild blush and quickly finding the brightest shade of embarrassment to wear on my cheeks. “The fact that you automatically assumed I was a dog is reassuring, though.”
I stood there with a dumbfounded look on my face and started to say, “But last night…” only to be cut off with,
“Last night I had just gotten an amazing massage by Heidi and her partner, I mean lesbian love lady type partner as well as massage partner, and I thought that you would want one, as well but when I saw you walk through to get some water I had to send them on their way because you looked so good that I knew that I couldn’t fight it anymore. I have wanted you for so long, Rayne Bliss Davenport and even two beautiful, lesbian, island beauties couldn’t hold my attention once I knew that your sexy ass was in here awake and don’t think tha
t I haven’t seen you looking at me, too.”
I felt like a complete asshole and didn’t know what to say to amend the situation so I just looked at him with a very pathetic look on my face which wasn’t hard thanks to my throbbing headache. I managed a meek smile and batted my eyes a bit in an attempt to make him laugh but he held his feigned look of disappointment. Reaching out to touch his shoulder, I smiled and said,
“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.” He pulled away from my touch with an exaggerated pout and I caught a glimpse of a grin under his stubborn façade and I asked what I could do to make it all better.
“I don’t know, Miss Rayne.” He turned his head sharply and took a step away from me. “You hurt my feelings this time. I laughed and asked,
“You have feelings?” He turned to me and shrugged.
“Sometimes.” With a wink, he walked back to me and kissed my cheek then said told me that he had ordered room service since he didn’t know when I would wake up but we could go out if I wanted and since it was our last night on the island, I decided that the aspirin would kill whatever ailed me and that we should enjoy our night.
We got dressed and I threw on a bit of makeup then we went to a soiree that was going on just a few yards up the beach from our own hotel. There were fire eaters and men who sculpted things out of blocks of ice right on the beach along with dancing girls and live music of bongos and various stringed instruments and the music moved me so that I couldn’t help but sway my hips to the beat as I watched the spectacular show of men juggling different items that had been set ablaze. As I moved by the light of the fire, I felt Lance’s hands on my hips as he pressed himself against me from behind, moving with the rhythm of the night as if choreographed by the beat itself. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against his chest and his arms encircled my waist as he put his head on my shoulder. I felt his lips against the flesh of my cheek then slowly trail down my neck to my shoulder and I never once bothered to open my eyes because part of me feared that I was imagining his touch and if I could see my surroundings that he would disappear. I let the music move me from a slow sway to a boisterous hop and I broke from his embrace and spun around, twirling my arms in the air above my head as I danced closer to the beach, circling my way back to Lance, who watched with an endearing smile on his face. Running up to him, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the night with me and as the crash of the waves tickled our ankles, he scooped me up and spun me in a circle before meeting my lips with his soft mouth as he massaged my tongue with his own under the Aruban moon. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and my legs found themselves around his waist as his hands moved to my small, round ass before hoisting me up and adjusting my position to one that was comfortable for us both, all without removing his lips from mine. The thought that I’d spent most of my youth with him and there was nothing about me that he didn’t know was somewhat freeing in a sense that I didn’t have to put on airs or try and impress him because no matter what, he already knew me better than anyone else possibly could or ever would. He knew my fears and desires as well as my faults and positive attributes and now, thanks to our spontaneous trip to Aruba, he finally knew how I tasted.
