11
Austin
What the fuck is happening to me? Really, man, this is not me. I’m not the kind of guy that obsesses over one girl. You know it too: you’ve read all the magazines and you’ve seen all the pieces on me. I was Congressman Casanova, and I’m supposed President Player. Or at least, President Big Dick. So why the fuck can’t I take Ashley out of my fucking mind?
This shit is driving me completely insane. Of course, if she hadn’t sneaked into my room last night, I’d have truly lost it. As it is, I can manage. As long as I can take her perfect petite body and have my way with it, I can survive this obsession. Well, not only survive it. Feed it too. I’m not one to do things half-assedly.
Right now, I’m on my way to a fucking rally and I can’t stop thinking of her. Don’t think that because I’m like this that I can’t do my work as President - I’m a fucking multitasker, and I’m good at it. I can focus on ruling the world, fucking Ashley and being awesome, and not even break a sweat.
“Do you think we’re going to get a good attendance today?” Ashley asks me, looking through the tinted windows of the SUV at the city streets that roll by us.
“We’re going to fucking crush it,” I simply say.
“Maybe. 5,000 people would be good for this one.”
Pfft. Ambition, baby, I’m all about it.
“I say we’ll get 10,000 people cheering my name.” She raises one eyebrow, looking at me as if I haven’t read the report on this particular rally. I have, I just don’t trust all that statistical bullshit. Fuck that shit, rather than relying on data, I prefer to rely on people and instinct.
“10,000? No way.”
Oh, so she doubts me, does she? I’ll prove her just how right I can be.
“I say we do a bet then, Ash.”
“A bet? What kind of bet?”
“Glad you asked,” I smirk at her. “If I’m right, I have a little surprise for you back at the hotel. If I’m wrong, I’ll pull those panties of yours down and eat you out.”
Her cheeks flush, and I can almost sense the humidity in the car raising. My cock is twitching already and I have to battle the urge to stop the motorcade and tell everyone that the President wants to go back to the hotel fast.
Sometimes it sucks to have responsibilities.
Soon enough we are at the rally and - surprise, surprise - an aide informs me over 15,000 are in attendance.
I look at Ashley with a grin. Oh, she has no idea what I have in store for her.
“What’s that?” she asks, looking at the bullet vibrator I hold in my hands.
“This is you losing your bet, Ash.”
She reaches for it and takes it out of my hands, looking at it apprehensively.
“You don’t expect me to…?”
“Oh, I do,” I say with a grin, holding the remote in my hand. I press one of the buttons and the vibrator starts buzzing in her hands. “And I have all control.”
She bites her lower lip, looking from the vibrator to the remote in my hands.
“Okay, I guess I lost. We’ll try this out tonight.”
Now, here comes the fun part. We’re in my hotel room, and she thinks that just because we have to leave for a parade in under ten minutes that she can escape this. She can’t - this is exactly how I wanted it to go down.
My sweet stepsister is going to cum her brains out during the parade.
“No, Ash…” I shake my head. “Put it on now.”
“Now?” Her eyes widen at me, as if I have gone crazy. Let me assure you, I haven’t gone crazy. I’ve always been like this; you just haven’t been paying attention. “You’re insane. We’re about to go out to the rally. We don’t have time.”
“That’s why we have a remote control, Ash,” I say patiently explaining it to her.
I see the bells go off in her pretty little head. She’s making the connection.
“So, me?” she asks, trying to put together words. “Out there? In front of people?”
I nod my head.
“Now?” she asks.
“Right fucking now,” I take one step towards her and slide my hands under her skirt. She lets me do it and, the moment my fingers brush against her panties, I notice how wet she is. Good. I pull her panties down her legs and throw them on top of the bed; I grab the vibrator and start rubbing it between her thighs, against her wet pussy, as I look at her.
She’s biting her lower lip, her breathing becoming heavy.
Before she knows it, I slide the whole thing in inside her, making her gasp. I press my thumb against her clit, for good measure, and then take my hands from under her skirt as someone knocks on the door.
“Sir?” My Secret Service liaison, Agent Daniels, says from the other side. “We’re just on schedule to leave.”
Before Ashley has time to protest, I cross the room in two strides and open the door. Her cheeks are still flushed, but she smiles at Daniels as if nothing’s going on.
Secretly, I’m so fucking impressed that she didn’t just say no and refuse. I wouldn’t have pressed it, of course. I would have been absolutely fine. But it turns out my stepsister is more of a freak than I fucking gave her credit for. This is going to be fun.
We follow him out of the hotel to the garage, where a large executive convertible is waiting for us. We climb into the back seats as the agents go into their black SUVs, six of them remaining on foot around the car. The poor bastards are going to run alongside our car during the entirety of the parade. I’d gladly dispense of that, but they would go insane if I even mentioned it. Besides, I’m taking Ashley with me, and even though I’m reckless as fuck, I don’t want her to get hurt just because she’s standing next to the President.
The driver revs up the engine and, in a few minutes, we’re rolling down the empty streets and heading for the parade. I can already see the crowd, thousands of people lined up just for me. Man, it feels good to be Austin Bain.
As we enter the streets lined by the crowd, the roar of thousands of people cheering, I get up from the seat and start waving at everyone in sight. Ashley does the same, standing up next to me and bringing her best smile to her face.
In my hand, I’m holding the small remote controller; I flick my thumb, pressing the small button with the word LOW engraved on it.
Ashley arms shoot up in the air, as if she’s waving at someone, but as I look at her I know she’s feeling it. Oh, yeah, she’s feeling it pretty good.
“Austin…” She says under her breath. “We can’t do this right now.”
“Of course we can, ‘sis. I’m the President, remember? We can do whatever we want to.” And, with that, I press the button once again, curling my lips into a grin as I see her smile turning into a grimace.
“Oh, God, Austin…” She grabs my hand and she squeezes it hard. I can almost feel the electricity coursing through her veins. Fuck, I didn’t think this through - she gets to have all the fucking fun.
Ashley’s twitching slightly, and her leg is tapping against the floor of the car. No one can see it but me. I smile to myself.
I can feel my cock starting to pulse inside my pants, but I take a deep breath and regain control. It’s probably not a good idea to have a massive hard-on in front of thousands, although I’d wager I’d earn a nice share of the female demographic votes.
Time to ramp up the intensity.
I turn the dial to MEDIUM, grinning as Ashley squeezes my hand so hard it starts to feel numb. I look at her and see her legs wobbling, so I sit and pull her down into her seat.
As she sits, she immediately presses her legs together, waving frantically at the whole crowd as if she suddenly became hyperactive.
“Like it, Ash?” I whisper at her.
She simply stares me down, gritting her teeth. Yep, she likes it.
I put my hand on her knee, feeling her warm skin and imagining what she’s feeling with that vibrating bullet buzzing between her thighs. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be fingering her myself. I’m actually surp
rised I’ve managed to not have an erection so far.
Alright, let’s make this interesting. I turn the dial once more, and her knees bump against each other as she presses her legs together hard, bunching up the front of her dress with her hands. I look at the crowd, waving and smiling. Man, what a good day to be alive and make my girl come her brains out.
Wait, fuck. Did I say my girl? Shit, something’s going on with me, and it’s serious.
Ashley puts her hand on my upper leg, burying her fingers deep into my flesh.
“Austin… This is… This is…”
“It’s great, isn’t it?” I grin at her wickedly.
I don’t even know if she’s shaking her head or nodding, all I know is that I can see pleasure flickering in her eyes. And that’s enough for me. Fuck, that’s more than enough, and I can’t really control it; my cock twitches harder and it starts to strain against my boxer briefs. In just a few seconds I’m going to have a massive raging erection between my legs.
She’s noticed it too, I think, judging by the way her hand climbs up my leg; luckily, she remembers where we are and stops just inches away from my cock. I mean, it’s not like the crowd could see it, but there are fucking helicopters recording every single fucking thing. I can only imagine how fun it would be for viewers to see the President’s stepsister grabbing his cock.
Fuck, this might seem funny to you, but it isn’t to me. It’s almost unfair the way I’m pleasing her without me being allowed some kind of release myself. Man, I’m going to fuck her brains out as soon as this parade is over.
She’s holding my hand now, and I know that it’s coming by the way she’s squeezing it. Just from her touch I can feel her whole body tensing up, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes faster.
Well, let’s enjoy the ride while it lasts.
There’s one other setting there after HIGH that I don’t know what it’ll do. It’s marked EXTREME. I flick the dial of the remote in my hand, turning it immediately from MEDIUM to HIGH, instead. “FUCK!” She shouts out loud. I don’t know what’s funnier… The fact that she is actually swearing or that she’s shouting while we’re on parade. Two of the agents that are running alongside us dart their hands furtively to their holsters, but I notice it and just wave them down. They look around and relax immediately. Luckily, the crowd is so noisy that it’s impossible that they’ve heard her.
I squeeze her hand back, her nails digging so deep into my flesh that I bet I’m already bleeding. She might not look like it, but she’s strong.
I look at her and there are thick beads of sweat pooling on her forehead, a small lock of hair already plastered there. She’s rubbing her thighs against each other, her knees pressed tight, and she’s biting down on her lip so harshly it’s already turning from red to white.
I press my finger on the button and hold it there until she can’t take it anymore. With trembling fingers she reaches for her purse and takes her cell phone out; pretending that she wants to look at it, she leans forward and hides her face from the crowd. Shit, she’s about to seriously come.
“You alright, Ash?” I ask mockingly. Discretely, she shows me her middle finger. I guess she’s alright then. The lines on her face are so accentuated and the way she’s gritting her teeth so hard, that I just know that she’s going to come in less than three seconds.
One…
Two…
And three...
“Oh… my… God…” She moans into her hand, still leaning forwards. She’s tapping one of her feet repeatedly on the floor, almost as if she wants to open a hole there, such is the effort she’s making not to start shaking and trembling.
The crowd is going wild, cheering and clapping and waving at us.
Fuck, her orgasm is so strong it’s almost palpable. I’m actually quite envious right now. I can do nothing but be a witness to her pleasure.
She leans back against the seat, breathing deeply.
“Better now?” I ask her, putting the remote away on my pocket.
“Austin… I just came. Hard.”
“You think the bets over just because of that?” I say with a smirk. Ashley’s panting and she punches me in the arm, but I can see that she’s excited – a taboo pleasure coursing through her.
I turn and wave to the crowd and she does the same, looking out the side of the car.
I let her rest a little bit, her breathing coming back to normal.
Then I push the button again on HIGH.
“Whoo!” Ashley lets out a yelp and a squeal and literally arches her back on the seat, her eyes coursing over with pleasure. I can see the arcs of ecstasy almost course through her body.
Remarkably, she’s still waving mechanically, but with this half dazed look of lust.
Well, at least none of the media will say that she’s just going through the motions. It seriously looks as if waving at people is one of the most pleasurable things she’s ever done. I push the button again and she quivers.
Ashley looks at me, her eyes narrowing into slits. “You’re a bastard,” she says through gritted teeth.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, grinning and waving out her window. I chance a look down. She can’t bring her hand between her legs so she’s squeezing them together. “You want me to turn it off?” I ask again.
She grabs my arm and holds it tightly again. “Don’t you dare!” she whispers hoarsely.
I increase the intensity in response. Her hand jerks away from me and she breathes deeply. I look over to her. Her chest is rising and falling and she’s mouthing something. “Oh God…” I hear her say. Nope, God has nothing to do with Ashley, I think to myself. It’s all fucking me.
I keep my finger pressing the button and decide what the fuck, you only live fucking once, right? I turn up the dial to EXTREME.
It’s a good thing that I did it at that moment because the car’s making a turn and there’s no crowd at first.
Ashley’s shaking like a rag doll. She’s shivering and squeezing her eyes. Her arm shoots and she uses her hand do grab mine and she shoves it between her legs, under her dress.
Fuck, she’s fucking sopping wet and I feel her spasm and contort as an avalanche of orgasms overtakes her.
I let her breathe for a second and turn off the bullet. Fuck, that was fucking hot. I’m so fucking hard right now I think my cock is going to tear my boxer briefs. But all of a sudden now, I don’t mind. I can live without busting my nut if I’m able to give my stepsister this type of pleasure.
Fuck. Stepsister.
Ashley moans in her seat, trying to muffle her voice. I’m lucky there’s lots of space between the driver and Secret Service agent in the front and us in the back, but I still look around. Crowds are back and they’re waving. Thank God they’re so loud. I’m waving back as Ashley is still in the throes of her giant orgasm. It looks like she’s stopped breathing. She’s just holding her breath as the massive arc of electric pleasure has its way with her.
I can’t believe how fucking insane this is. I had thought for sure she would have pulled it out or not even put it on in the hotel.
We’re rounding another bend when Ashley opens her eyes. I look over at her. She’s fucking gasping for air, panting like she just ran the fastest mile of her life. She looks at me. Her eyes are smoldering.
“You’re fucking insane,” she says quietly. “That was fucking insane, Austin.”
“I know, Ash,” I say to her, smirking. “But it was fun, right?”
She nods her head and bites her lip. She’s looking at my crotch. My cock is tenting my trousers like a 11-inch lead pipe. I look down at it and then look at Ashley. She’s licking her lips.
She looks at me and tells me matter-of-factly, “I’m so wet right now,” she tells me. Her eyes look like they’re in a daze.
I nod at her. “If you threw your panties against the windshield, they’d probably stick right now.”
She scrunches her nose. “Ew,” she says. But after a second, she smiles. “I’
m not wearing any panties, Austin. You took them off when you put this in.”
A second later, she exclaimed, “Jesus, Austin. I’ve never done something like that before!”
“I know, Ash,” I say to her again.
“And I want you so badly. I want you inside of me so badly,” she informs me. “I’m so fucking wet.”
“I know, Ash.” I wink at her. “You’re probably puddling up. Thank God these seats are fabric and not leather.”
She scrunches her nose at me, “Gross!” she says. But she’s smiling.
Fuck, I can’t wait to be alone with her.
12
Ashley
Three.
That’s how many months were remaining until the Constitutional Convention on July 1st where each state would send delegates to determine if the age to be President would be lowered or not. If they voted for HR-222, then Austin would keep his job as President. And he would pardon Oliver Trask. If they voted not to amend the Constitution, then Austin would be out. He won’t even be able to go back to his old job as Speaker of the House as a Congressman because it’s been passed on to the next person.
I’m on the phone with Carl everyday. He’s given me carte blanche to spend as much time as I need to with Austin to make sure that this President gives us the pardon that we’re looking for. We both know that neither the Democratic or Republican successors, should Austin lose, will consider the potential for pardoning Oliver. And if Oliver isn’t pardoned, there goes the entire funding for the anti-poverty initiative that we were hoping for.
I haven’t managed to tell Carl yet that I’m sleeping with Austin. Too many questions. In truth, I’m still trying to figure it out myself.
Twelve.
That’s how many percent Austin is losing by. True to his word, he came out and supported a Presidential pardon in a speech. And it hurt him.
“I don’t believe this man, Oliver Trask, has done anything that warrants such an excessive jail time. And, come on, people. Let’s be realistic. He was the basis for the government anti-tobacco lawsuit. And now we’re keeping him in prison,” Austin had said to a crowd in Chicago. There was a mixed reaction from people – they didn't know what to make out of it.
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