I decide that since he's out of the house anyways, I'm going to live a little and have a little bit of fun.
A wicked smile goes through my face and I jump off the bed and go to close my door. But I stop, it's just me in the house. I'm going to leave it open. Feels a bit naughtier that way.
The only problem is, I have no idea how to use one of these things.
I spend some time reading the packaging. I'll say one thing for Ian - he didn't skimp when buying sex toys. This is some high quality stuff. The instructions are pretty understandable, and in a few minutes, I've stripped off my clothes.
Here goes nothing, I think to myself as I take my thong off and throw it in the laundry hamper.
I lay down on my bed.
In retrospect, it's not rocket science, attaching two nipple clamps to my nipples and sticking a little bullet just right. I'm a little bit nervous as I turn on the switch. I press the ON button.
Whoa. That feels...oh my. That feels kinda nice. I had no idea that it would feel so...I don't even know the words.
A warm feeling is radiating from my sex throughout my body. I look at the settings on the little remote. There's an ON switch, and then a dial that has LOW, MEDIUM, HIGH, and a final one that has just the markings, "!!!!!".
I gulp to myself. It's kind of nice just laying here, feeling this little thing work it's magic. If I had some nice soothing music, it would be perfect. Maybe staring at Ian a little bit would make this even more sublime.
Stop it. Why am I thinking of staring at my brother? Right. Stepbrother. But, really, what is going on?
All of a sudden, I can't seem to stop thinking about Ian. About taking off his shirt. About licking his nipple with my tongue. He's at least a foot taller than me. I'd love to stare up at his icy blue eyes as I lick that amazing chest of his. As I run my hands down his abs. Those abs are intense. I wonder how often he works out.
Ian's gone from wearing jeans in my head to now just wearing boxer briefs. They're nice and tight, showing me a perfect outline of his cock. It's thick and bulging, hanging between his legs.
What is going on with me? All of a sudden, I feel really hot and I'm flushed. The warmth that was permeating from my nether regions has now spread all across my body and while it's not a bad feeling, it's not comfortable either. I need more.
I feel like a hungry monster as I turn the dial to low.
OH....WOW!
The nipple clamps which had been very, very, mild start their action. I can't believe it. I can't think straight. Ian. He's my stepbrother. He's so gorgeous. So hot.
I want to take off those boxer briefs. God, that cock is enormous. I wonder what it could taste like. I wonder if it would fit in my mouth.
My mind is thrashing about as I picture running my tongue along Ian's shaft. But Ian stops me. He's got big, strong hands and he lifts me up and puts me on the bed. He lifts me like a feather. I don't know how he got so strong.
I can't feel my toes. I mean I can feel them as in I know they exist but I'm feeling tingly all over. I know if I keep this up I'm going to cum soon. There are three points of absolute bliss in my body. My nipples and my sex. I feel like leaving my tongue hanging out and drooling. Just letting the pleasure wash over me. I can't believe this feels so good. Why didn't I do this before?
Oh my God. A wave of pleasure just goes through my body and I involuntarily shake all over. I'm shuddering and alternating between this nice little buzz and an earthquake of ecstasy that's gripping me. It's really hard to use my hands and legs and move them. I feel like just giving up. I should really stop thinking.
I think it's only been a few minutes. I look at the clock next to me, but the ability to figure out how much time has passed is beyond me at this point. All I can think about is Ian pushing his cock into me. In and out. Thrusting into me. His long, thick, hard, cock. All I want is his cock. I want him deep inside me. Filling me up.
Stop it! Stop it! He's you stepbrother. It's so wrong. It's so not what you should be thinking about.
But that's what makes it feel so good. Oh my God. So good.
If Ian's putting his cock inside me, then I need to turn the dial up. I put it to MEDIUM.
Jesus fuck!!
I drop the dial as my entire body shakes. Waves of pleasure cascade through my brain, my eyes roll up in my head. It’s a sweet delicious pain that's so pleasurable. Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh yes, just like that. I can't believe it.
I'm going to come soon. I know it. I'm trembling and I'm thrashing - my legs have a mind of their own and my fingers are feeling the folds of my pussy. I want to readjust the bullet and I bring my hand to have it a bit more towards my clit.
OH HOLY FUCK!!!!
Pleasure rips through my body and I arch my back and scream out. I don't even know what I'm saying. I've forgotten everything. I can't feel my body. I can't feel my face. I've left my body. Waves of sweet ecstasy clear my head of everything. I can't remember who I am. All I can do is revel in the seizure that's gripped my entire body. But it doesn't stop there. There's no way to come down.
Tears are coming from my eyes at the agonizing pleasure that's coursing from my pussy. My nipples feel like they’re on the most delicious fire possible. I can't breathe. My back is arched.
My clit is throbbing. I know it's engorged. I push the bullet a little closer, scared at what's going to happen. Just the slightest push.
FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD!
My eyes are closed but I see stars explode. It's like my brain has shut down completely. I don't even know what I'm doing at this point. My entire body is on fire. My soul is on fire. My spine is tingling and shuddering and every single nerve in my legs, my throat, my hands, my face, my breasts, my thighs is tingling with electricity. I'm crackling. I'm lightning. I might as well be dead.
I don't know how, but I turn off the switch to the remote and brace myself as wave after wave of electricity rushes through my skin. I'm shaking and trembling and moaning and I don't know what I'm saying. All I know is that I might not come out of this river of sweet pleasure alive. I might be lost in it.
Eventually, I'm able to grasp thoughts. I'm breathing heavily. I'm panting. I'm gasping. I'm drenched in sweat.
I'm exhausted.
As long as that machine is off, I take out the bullet, but just barely. I look down at my sheets. They're wet. Very wet. I don't care. I'm so tired. I'll deal with it tomorrow. I think it takes me all of one second to pass out.
I wake up and I think it's several hours later. The sun is shining and I hear Ian coming up the stairs.
Oh shit! My door is open! I'm naked! I jump out of bed and manage to close the door right as he walks up past my room.
"Good morning to you too, love," he says walking up to my room.
I breathe a loud exhale of relief that he didn't see me. Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be if he caught me naked with nipple clamps and a vibrator next to me?
Gross!
"Ian!" I yell at him. "What are you doing here?"
He laughs. "I live here, love," he says and I roll my eyes. "What are you doing up so early?"
I look at the clock. It just turned 6 am.
"I'm...I'm going to go for a run," I say shakily. I'm not sure why I'm explaining anything to him.
All I can think about was last night. God, last night was fantastic. I can't believe he got me that. I can't believe him. He's supposed to be an asshole. He's supposed to be this huge dick. Then why is he behaving like this?
I should probably start getting ready to make sure he sees that I'm pretty normal this morning. That I didn't pass out from masturbating to thoughts of my brother.
Ew. Stepbrother.
Wait, I freeze. I only have one nipple clamp on. Where's the other one? I look around frantically. I can't seem to find it.
"Looks like you had a good time last night as well," Ian says, and I can just imagine a smirk on his face.
Wait.
Oh, no!
Did the nipple clamp drop?
Did it get pushed out the door?
Ian's outside the door when he says, "I'll just leave this little bugger next to your door, love. I'm sure you wouldn't want to lose it."
Oh my God! Oh my God! OH MY GOD!
He knows. He knows!
I'm so embarrassed and scared that I fling myself onto the bed. I want to die right now. I want the earth to open wide so I can just go inside and hide.
I hear Ian's steps walk down the hallway. I have to get it back. I change into a sports bra, and put on some yoga pants and my running shoes.
I need to get out of this house and go for a nice long run.
For like, maybe, forever.
Never come back here again! I open the door and peek out. There's no one. I crouch down to retrieve the tiny nipple clamp.
"Boo!"
My heart literally stops as Ian jumps out of the parlor across from my room.
"Ian! You ASSHOLE!" I yell at him. I'm shaking.
Ian's laughing uncontrollably. "Sorry, love. I'm so sorry," he says as he laughs. "It was just so fucking hilarious. I had to. I hope you forgive me, yeah?"
I'm pissed off at this asshole and I can't believe he's my stepbrother. What an ass. That's it. I'm not going to respond.
"So tell me, was it as good as Ben?" Ian asks and I roll my eyes. "Are you still thinking of that wanker, love?"
I ignore his off-English accent and head down the stairs. My cheeks are burning red. I open the door and start running away as quickly as possible.
But I’m not thinking of Ben. I’m thinking of Ian.
I'm finishing my second mile when my head starts to clear a little bit. I still can't believe Ian! What a disgusting dirt bag asshole!
But why is he so nice to me? And after he's nice, he turns around and starts acting like an asshole again!
It's so confusing. I'm hoping another mile will clear my head.
I need to clear my head.
I mean, look, I've told you before. He's my stepbrother, right?
I shouldn't want to...I shouldn't do what I did last night.
Well, let me rephrase that actually. I shouldn't do what I did, thinking of him. That's just wrong.
It's sick. He’s my stepbrother. Ew. Gross.
I shouldn't focus on his muscles or his smile, or his smirk, or his eyes, or his huge...ego.
I should just keep running.
But I slow down when I see a black SUV slowing down next to me. On one side I have the water. I stop a little bit as the car comes to a stop.
Is it the Royal Security people? They usually let me alone and give me a wide berth.
But it's not. Three people get out, and the sun is in my eyes so it takes me a moment to tell, but one of them is Ben.
"Well, look at what we have here," he says and I see only anger in his eyes, and all of a sudden I get uncomfortable.
"Ben, what are you doing here?" I ask, rolling me eyes at his theatrics.
"Alicia, look at my face," he says, not smiling. I look at the other two men with him. They're bigger than him and their faces are grim.
"What are you doing here?" I ask again.
"What am I doing here? I'm here to find you," he says, grabbing my arm. My heart starts to race. What is he doing? He's my ex-boyfriend.
"Because of your fucking brother," he hisses at me, "My entire summer is ruined."
It's true. He's got two black eyes, and a bandaged nose. He's got stitches on his lip and right cheek.
"There is no way anyone is going to make out with me after you went crying to your brother," he continues, seething. "Much less fuck me. Your brother has ruined my summer. Now I'm going to ruin yours, you stupid bitch."
I try to pull away but Ben's too strong. The two guys start walking towards me. I'm panicking. What are they going to do? Ben used to be my boyfriend! What's going on!
"Say goodbye to that sexy body of yours, Alicia," Ben hisses at me. I look into his eyes and for the first time I see a deep reservoir of anger, poison and hate. How could I miss this side of him for so long?
This is a deserted stretch of beach. I wonder even if it's worth calling out for help.
28
Ian
You want to know where I was last night don't you? You want to know who His Royal Highness, with his 11-inch cock, was fucking? It's in your head and you're trying to picture to yourself that slut that I was ravishing.
I was with a Princess all right. Her name is Princess of the Sea.
That's right. I went to the marina. To my fucking sailboat.
I'm seriously going fucking mental sitting here, staring at Alicia. I'm buying her presents, for fuck's sake. Fucking sex toys.
But don't you fucking dare tell her where I've been off to. You saw what I did to that wanker of a boyfriend of hers, and I'm more than capable to do it to you too. Now fuck off about why I sat there, looking at the stars, drinking scotch on my sailboat. Don't ever ask me about it again.
Besides, I need to clear my fucking head of Alicia. This is Day fucking 3 of us sharing the Hamptons house while our parents are at some fucking state visit, neglecting their children. I bet if they knew what we were getting up to, they'd never leave us the fuck alone.
Nor would anyone else. I'm playing with fucking fire here. We're looking at a scandal a size of that's pretty much fucking incomprehensible.
Seeing Alicia in those black yoga pants and blue sports bra has got the blood rushing to my cock like nothing else. I consider going and taking a shower and doing something about it. I don’t usually rub one out on my own. Don’t need to, with all the sluts that surround me.
But something catches my eye. Alicia, in her rush to avoid embarrassment, has forgotten to take her panic key. A panic key is something that our security has given us. No matter where we are, as long as we're in the perimeter, anything happens, you push the panic alarm. Whether you tripped and fell, someone's trying to rob you, or you see a cat that's up in a tree, you push the panic alarm when you want security to come down.
She should have never left it.
Don't look at me like that. I'm not fucking chasing her. I’m delivering a panic key. Besides, the house is near the water, and there's only one way towards the main road, and that's two miles away. Everything else is road and beach.
That's how the royals live.
So there's only one way she went for a run.
I shrug to myself and grab the key, walking down the steps and out of the house.
Besides, what the fuck kind of brother would I be if I something happened to her?
Which, considering her embarrassment, may be preferable.
Besides, I'm grinning at the thought of seeing Little Miss Priss blushing uncontrollably when she sees me again, after she got caught dropping her nipple clamp.
I knew she'd love it.
I'm on the bike, driving down the path, looking at the side of the road. A mile in, I see something that causes me to stop.
I see Alicia in the distance. And it looks like there's a black SUV that's pulled up on the side of the road. Three blokes are walking towards her.
I pull out my phone and speed dial Preston.
"Preston, I need backup," I tell him. He's on his way. I hang up. He knows my coordinates from my panic key.
I look over again and I freeze.
Fuck me, one of those blokes is fucking Ben.
That's fucking all I need. I'm not letting security handle this shit. I rev up my bike and head straight for the three men.
I see Ben lean over and take Alicia by the arm. She's trying to pull away.
They have no idea what they're dealing with.
They look over as my motorcycle comes up, but I don't fucking stop. I'm going to run one of these fuckers over.
Two of the men veer away from Alicia at Ben's orders and starts coming towards me.
That's right tubby, come one this way.
I steer my bike right into him and he gets out of the way at the last second, but trips on
my wheel and falls to the ground.
I hop off the bike and the other man is right there. He's sneering at me.
He takes too long sneering and I bring my fist to his fucking nose.
All of a sudden, there's blood everywhere as I kick him in the gut and he bowls over. I bring my knee and it connects with his skull. The man collapses on the floor.
The other dude's got a shaved head and he's also all in black. I don't know what kind of game Ben's trying to pull here but it's not funny anymore. The man in black standing up and coming towards me, but he never gets a chance as I punch him in his face, right in the eyes, right as he stands up.
That punch is so hard it makes me wince too. I hear the satisfying crunch that tells me I've done some damage. The man collapses to the ground and doesn't get up.
Two down. One more to go. I turn towards the fucker whose holding my sister.
Ben’s eyes widen in fear and he lets her go and he gets into a crouch.
"So you like reclaiming your manhood by hurting women, huh?" I spit out.
He doesn't say anything. He just pulls out a knife and waves it at me frantically.
I smirk at him and rush over to him. He has no idea what happens when I grab him by the throat and punch him once in his gut. He guffaws and lets out a loud breath, but he can't double over because I'm holding him by the throat. I punch him again and he goes limp in my arms. I knee him once more and that's when I hear Preston's sirens. I let him drop to the ground as Preston and two other security guys come over. They look over the bodies.
Preston looks at me and I nod.
"Why'd you bother calling us, sire?" he asks.
But I don't answer. I let his men place the three of them in restraints. They'll contact the local police - tell them about the trespassing and assault charges I intend to press.
I look at Alicia. She's staring at me wide-eyed.
"You forgot your panic button," I say and hold it up. Then I go over to her.
"Are you okay?" I ask her.
She's trembling. I hold her close to me. "It's okay."
She looks up at me.
"Ian," she says, her voice scared. "Can you take me home?"
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