by Jenny Rose
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night” before he covered my mouth with his while he pulled me into his embrace. I felt as if I would melt in his arms and was more than glad when the car drove up beside us and gave me a place to sit before I buckled on the sidewalk. My knees felt like jelly in response to his touch and the more he touched me, the more I needed him to do more. We fell into each other’s arms in the back of the limousine and he simply ordered the chauffer to “just drive” as he reached over and pushed the button to raise the partition between him and ourselves.
Lance sat in the seat and pulled me to straddle him, raising my dress to my hips with his hands as we kissed like frenzied teenagers. His fingers soon found my hot, wet slit and he began to manipulate it in the way that I’d quickly grown to love as he teased me to the brink of orgasm with just a touch of his hand. I needed to have him inside of me so I reached and ripped the delicate fabric of my panties so that they fell off and hastily fumbled with his belt as my mouth and his explored the very depths and boundaries of kissing. Throbbing and aching from deep within, I urged him to get his hard cock out and slide it into my dripping hole before I went mad with desire.
“You want this, don’t you?” He asked me with his thick shaft in his hand as I tried to sit on it, only to have him keep me just far enough away that only the tip would touch my aching cunt.
“You know I want it.” I bit at his bottom lip and pushed my hips forward a bit more. “Give it to me.” Smiling, he rubbed my clit with the head of his dick and said,
“Call me your brother.” He looked me in the eyes and I thought I may explode before I even got him inside of me and though I knew it was naughty, I said,
“You’re my fucking brother and I want you inside me. Fuck your baby sister, Lance.” Before I could even get his name out of my mouth, he had released the hold keeping me away from him and pushed himself deep into me as he wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me close and moaning my name.
“Yeah, sis. Ride that dick, girl.” Even though we weren’t blood brother and sister, it was extremely arousing to hear him call me his sister during sex and it was possibly the taboo and risqué mentality of screwing my brother that was making it that much more intense.
The straps of my dress fell and he lowered his mouth to my exposed breasts, flicking and biting each nipple as he pushed powerfully into me. I placed my hands on the roof of the car to stabilize myself and with each upward thrust, I pressed back down on him so that he filled me with as much of his cock as possible.
“That’s it. Uh huh, you like that.” He moaned it into my ear and he was so right because I was on the verge of what was sure to be the first of many orgasms and all it took was for him to say, “fuck me, sis” and my body couldn’t contain it anymore and the pulsations tightly gripped his cock and shook my body as I screamed,
“Oh, fuck yes!” While grinding my hips forward, he held me tightly as he rammed into me, saying,
“I knew you fucking liked it” and continued to thrust into me as I moaned loudly. He flipped me onto my back and continued pounding into me as he cupped my breasts, pinching the nipples as he slowly removed himself almost out of me only to slide back in with the slowest and most deliberate of strokes and when he felt the soft tissue of my G spot, he grinned that sideways grin that I’d grown to find irresistible and he gave me a slow nod as he began to rub my clit. Still throbbing from my first orgasm, I felt the heat and sensations building quickly for a second explosion and this time I could tell that he wasn’t going to let me come by myself. His pace quickened and as I closed my eyes, he said,
“That’s it, sis. I’m coming with you.” He grabbed my hips as my body began to tense and pounded into me with short, deep strokes and as I began to moan his name and incoherently scream, “yes” he grunted and moaned loudly as he spilled into me, his lips finding mine in a hungry kiss as if to conclude this order of business.
Panting, he looked to me and said, “Round two or are you ready to go home yet?” I slid the dress from my hips, down my legs and onto the floor of the luxury vehicle and said,
“I’ve only just begun. I’m not looking for a knockout until at least round three.”
Chapter Fifteen
We ended up riding the streets of Houston for hours before the driver was given instruction to take the short drive back to Galveston island where we found Hannah fast asleep on the sofa with a half empty pitcher of margaritas sitting on the table and one of her cheesy romance novels opened and laying on her chest. I took her book, slid a piece of napkin between the pages to mark her spot and placed it on the table before covering her with the afghan from the back of the couch. Nana Joy had made the crotched blanket when my mother was just a child and it’s been with her ever since, almost like a security blanket of sorts and since Nana Joy had died, my mother was never without it. She claimed that she could feel Nana Joy’s arms around her when she slept when she was covered with it and there were times when all she needed was a mother’s hug. I turned off the overhead light but left the lamp on the end table burning before I went to my room. Depending on how long Hannah planned to stay, I may be nice and give her the master bedroom since it is, after all, hers.
Minutes after I retreated to bed, the door creaked open and Lance slid in through the open space before quickly closing it behind him and walking to me.
“You can’t be in here right now. Are you crazy?” He traced my face with his fingertips and said,
“Relax, I don’t plan on staying long, I just wanted to give you something.” Taking my hand in his, he turned it open so that I could accept his gift and in it he placed a delicate strand of gold encrusted with diamonds. The bracelet was more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen and was definitely more expensive than anything I’d ever owned, except for my kick-ass new Jaguar, of course.
“Lance, I…” He put his finger to my lips and said,
“Don’t do that ‘I can’t take this’ bullshit with me. Take the damn bracelet and wear the hell out of it. I’m fucking rich and you are my fucking sister if anyone asks. Just wait to see the ice I have in store for Hannah. It might even make you jealous.” He winked at me and I leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips and said,
“Unless she has these kind of privileges, I don’t think we have anything to worry about.” He laughed quietly and said,
“Then we shouldn’t have any problems at all. She’s much too neurotic for me.” I gave him the ‘you asshole’ look and slapped him on his bare chest, slightly scraping my nails into his flesh as I bit his bottom lip and playfully slapped the side of his face with my fingertips.
“My mother is not neurotic.” He popped me on the ass and said,
“Have you even met her? She is the epitome of the very word and lives her life is a constant emotional breakdown. Open your eyes, Ray. She’s in there right now passed out from nerve pills and we could go in there and fuck on the couch beside her and she would never even flinch.” The words stung as they flew from his lips and though I knew he was right, it still hurt to hear.
“She’s had a lot going on, I guess. I don’t know, I’ve been in fucking Flor-i-da.” I stressed the last word to accentuate the fact that I hadn’t been around Hannah nor was I aware of her recent drama, which I was surprised that she hadn’t already filled me in but since she and Prince Valium had already discussed it for the evening, I figured that she would talk to me when and if she wanted to. Lance kissed me on the cheek then got up to leave and I jumped out of bed and went to him before he walked out the door.
“Wait.” I whispered in a hoarse cry and as he turned to face me, I ran into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist as we once again met in a deep kiss and everything seemed to make itself right as long as I was in his arms. Not wanting to let him go, I held on tighter and tried to convince him to stay with a slight rocking of my hips.
“I thought you didn’t want me to stay.” I shrugged and said,
“Well, if she’s sleeping
with the prince tonight, I guess she’d never hear a thing as long as we kept it quiet.” He laughed and shook his head slowly, saying,
“Then I guess we’d better not because I don’t think you can be quiet once I start driving on that sweet little ass.” Gripping him with my thighs, I said,
“I’d sure love to try.” Lance walked us to my bed and for the better part of the night, all I did was try not to scream, yell, moan, grunt or cry out loud enough to wake my sleeping mother and the rush of actually having sex with my stepbrother while my mother was home was more thrilling than I’d expected based on the multiple orgasms that had to be screamed into a pillow. I was becoming sore from all the sex because not only could Lance go for durations of time that were simply unhuman and inhumane, he was also quite thick and the combination of this was causing me to become raw but I didn’t care at this point. I’d never come so hard in my life and it was all I could do to keep from waking up half of Matagorda County.
Mid-thrust of an intense session of reverse cowgirl, I saw the hall light flip on and heard the shuffle of my mother’s feet in the hall and jumped off of Lance’s engorged member, leaving him in the bed alone as I rushed to my bathroom door and grabbed a robe from the hook and tossed it on. Looking to him, I placed my finger to my lips and told him to ‘shh’ and he reached for his shorts as I slicked my disheveled hair down with my hands. Covered in sweat and smelling of sex, I walked into the hall trying to look as if I’d just woken up and decided to head to the kitchen so I could scope out the scene and I found that Hannah was more than sober and cleaning the guest bathroom.
“Sorry sweetie, did I wake you?” She asked as she replaced the cleanser to its place in the hall closet.
“No, I got up for some water.” I rubbed my eyes and headed to the kitchen then shook my hair with my fingers before grabbing it and slicking it back once more. I had to get her out of the hall so that Lance could sneak out of my room and into his before she noticed he wasn’t in there. She really had no reason to go into his room in the middle of the night but then again, she had no logical reason to be cleaning the bathroom at this hour, either.
“What are you doing, anyway? It’s got to be at least two in the morning.” She giggled and looked to her watch.
“It’s almost six, check out the sunrise.” She nodded to the window and it hit me then and there that I had been screwing Lance all night and there was a distinct possibility that she had heard us.
“Did Scott stay over last night? You know you don’t have to hide him like you did when you were teenagers.” Shit. She had heard us. I saw Lance peek around the corner and I made sure that I kept mother’s attention long enough for him to walk behind her back and down the hall to his room.
“No, Scott wasn’t here. Why do you ask that?” She propped herself against the wall with her hand and put her other hand on her hip.
“I’m not so old that I don’t know what great sex sounds like, even if you do have a pillow on your face. Next time, try turning on the radio or something.” She winked at me and yelled, “Good morning, Scott!”
“Mom, I told you he’s not in there. It must have been something on TV that came on after I fell asleep.” My mother took a step toward me and this was the break Lance had needed and as she neared me, he made his escape, rounded the corner and disappeared.
“If you say so. I’m just saying that it’s alright if your boyfriend stays over, Rayne. That’s all.” I rolled my eyes and said,
“Scott is not my boyfriend, mother.” She laughed and nodded her head slowly.
“Sure thing, Raynie. Whatever you say. If he’s not your boyfriend then there’s no hope for you because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way he looks at you.” I hated when she made that weepy eyed face and put her hands under her chin like a hopeful child at Christmas.
“Oh, mother. Please, no more. Stop this madness.” I put my hand up and closed my eyes to signal that I was done with the conversation and I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Turning to head back to my room, I said, “I’m going back to bed. Wake me if the house catches on fire.”
Chapter Sixteen
The next two weeks seemed to drag slowly by because it seemed as if Hannah was being extra needy for my time and Lance had taken off to handle some business and had been gone for a few days so I was missing him. Apparently, I wasn’t good at hiding it because numerous times a day, my mother would ask me what was wrong or what was on my mind and I would always tell her nothing or that I was just thinking about a new recipe or some fun and exciting way to prepare rice. Anything other than the truth is what would spill from my mouth because if I even gave her the slight suspicion that it was Lance on my mind then she would absolutely flip her lid. I would try to escape to the beach only to have her tag along and when I tried to go for a run up the shore, suddenly Hannah also became concerned for her cardio health. There was no escaping her or time for my own thoughts and even if I wanted to call Lance and talk to him for a minute, she would be right there, I’m sure. She would come into my room and put away laundry just like she would when I was a child and sit on my bed to chat like we were best girlfriends but the fact was that my mother and I really didn’t have that much in common. Where I was practical and logical, she often had a tendency to be nonsensical and spontaneous in her thought process, which was usually the formation of a thought and immediate action upon it where I liked to view something from all angles before making any kind of decision. Sometimes, it seemed as if I were the mother raising a child that was born into the wrong era because she should be a twenty year old woman trapped in 1967 forever and I was more business and career minded like modern women of the day.
That’s why the fling with Lance made no sense to me because I’d blindly jumped in with both feet and never once gave thought to any of the ramifications of my actions. I was thinking like a man. Never before had I been led by an ache between my thighs but there was no denying the magnetic pull I felt when I was with Lance and part of me wanted to say that he felt it too. When I was with Lance, I didn’t feel the urge to suck in my tummy or make sure my face was hit only at certain angles by specific types of light nor did I worry about makeup or what kind of shape my hair was in because he’d seen my natural state more than probably anyone else on the planet and if there was one person who truly knew me, it was Lance. We crossed a line that could never be erased and I wondered if I even wanted to go back to the way it was before when I just watched him and longed for him from a distance and thought that it was simpler back then but I’ve never felt so alive since. Lance’s touch was so addictive and I found that I couldn’t get enough of him whenever he was near so in that aspect, I was glad that he was gone for a few days so I could cool my head and clear my thoughts. I had to fully rationalize the situation and go over every detail of our affair because if we ended things now, it would be the best for any potential fallout in the future and if it continued it would just be harder to break the tie in the end. It was an inevitable break because there’s no way that I could have any type of relationship or life with Lance as long as he was my stepbrother and that fact alone should have kept him from my bed that night but I couldn’t help myself when the opportunity presented itself to me. I’d wanted him between my thighs and even imagined him there more than once so it was only natural that I fully accepted his self-invitation into my bed. There were no regrets as of yet but I feared that there would be if we were ever discovered. If I’d been wearing something sexy and sprawled out like a woman buffet when Jason walked into the suite in Aruba that would have been awkward so luckily I was fully dressed and innocently sisterly when he decided to join us.
Staring out at the crashing waves, I took a sip of my margarita then asked my mother if she had heard from Jason lately and when she didn’t answer, I turned my head to her to find that she was also staring off into the distance but she was blatantly ignoring me.
“Mother?” I lowered my sunglasses and pulled my leg around so that I c
ould sit on the side of the lounger to face her. “Is something wrong?” She tried to smile and it just turned into a crooked smirk as she said,
“No, honey. Nothing’s wrong.” She forced a smile and shifted her weight so that she could stand. “I’m just tired so I’m going to go take a nap, I think.” I watched her as she walked into the house and muttered,
“Okay, bye.” My phone rang to alert me that Scott was off work and he was stopping by and the last thing I wanted to do was have to fend off sexual advances from him because then he would know that something was going on even if he didn’t know with whom. Scott knows that the only time he can’t get into my pants is when I’m involved with someone else and I felt as if I was involved with Lance but I couldn’t tell that to Scott. Not knowing what to do, I simply figured that I would tell him it wasn’t a good time for me and hint that it was my time of the month. That usually deterred any unwanted flirtations and would give me a few days to come up with something because I didn’t want to hurt Scott and I did want to sleep with him again but I thought it would be a slutty move to bang him in Lance’s absence. I was sure that he was keeping busy with his new startup and didn’t have time for other women because that’s what he’d told me and I believed him so I would do him the same favor and keep my legs closed.
Since it would ring alarms in his head if I told him not to come over, I simply replied that I was on the back deck and not to come to the door because Hannah wasn’t feeling well. Within minutes, he joined me under the large umbrella with an iced down six pack of beer in a beach bucket and we propped our feet up and caught up on a few things and not once did he hint that he wanted to do anything more than sit and watch the sun go down with me.
I took out my phone and snapped a photograph of our feet propped up on the rail with the rolling water as the back drop and smiled as I showed it to him then placed my phone back on the table.
