I had no time to breathe in as, grabbing me hard by the hips, he pushed himself inside me. His cock parted my lips in an instant, sliding deep down in a fraction of a second. I gritted my teeth, a moan fighting its way out of my mouth. He went back slowly and then thrusted deep one more time. He did it once again, this time faster, and repeated his movements until he was coming in and out of me at a frantic and vicious pace. The sound of his thighs slapping against my ass filled the room, and I could feel my buttocks bouncing as our bodies rocked against each other.
I went down to my elbows, but the pleasure running through me was so intense that it robbed my limbs of all their strength. I collapsed, my face against the mattress as he held my ass up, ravaging my pussy with his coming and going motion. I grabbed the sheets hard as a steady pressure mounted on me, the tip of his cock brushing against a sweet spot inside of me that almost made me hallucinate. That pressure filled my body like concrete, and there was no way out but to scream as ecstasy exploded inside my head. I flailed my arms, probably looking like someone whose brain had been unplugged from its body. I didn’t care - that delicious delight was the sole focus of my whole world.
I was spent and I didn’t know if I could hold on anymore. Yet, the words tumbled out of me without the possibility of reining them in. “More! I want more!” I half-screamed against the sheets.
He granted my wish, his grip on my thighs tightening as he pulled me into him, his thick cock furiously pounding my pussy until there was nothing there but numbness. But even that numbness felt perfect, as if it was nothing but the afterglow of pure joy and ecstasy. Of course, to call it an afterglow would be a lie, since Silas was anything but done with me.
He kept ramming me hard until I could feel sweat trickling down my forehead, making my eyes water. Not even when my moaning turned into full blown screaming did he stop - he only went at it harder and harder. I could feel that tidal wave looming in the horizon, but there was no strength left in my body. My knees felt wobbly and I couldn’t even feel my legs, so I collapsed to the mattress, Silas’ body following and his cock refusing to stop. With him on top of me, my body imprisoned between the mattress and him, I bit the sheets and let out a scream that lashed out from the back of my throat as a devastating orgasm hit me with the force of an imploding star.
“Oh… my… God…” I let out between breaths as he rolled over to the side.
“God has nothing to do with it, love,” he said against my ear. “It’s all me.”
I giggled at that, my voice sounding like one from a little girl. Not all you, Silas, I thought, there’s also me.
With that, I summed whatever energy I still had and made a herculean effort to lift my body up. He raised an eyebrow at me, but I didn’t give him any time to say a thing - in an instant I was on top, straddling him, my knees on the side of each of his thighs. I grabbed his cock by the root and guided it to my pussy, easing myself down. I gasped as I felt his thickness inside me once more, knowing that I would never get tired of that feeling, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size.
I swayed my hips over him - slowly at first, but then picked up the pace. Both my hands were on his chest, my breasts bouncing over his face as I moved. He lifted his head, taking one nipple inside his mouth and sucking on it as I arched my back in rapture.
“Do you like it…?” I asked, panting. I knew he was enjoying it, judging by his harsh breathing and the look on his face, but I wanted to hear him say it.
“No, love… I don’t like it. I fucking love it,” he said in a growl, grabbing my ass with both hands and pushing me down his cock as he rammed it in as deeply as he could. I bit my lip so strongly I was afraid I’d draw blood but, even if I was, I didn’t care. Soon I was jumping on his cock as fast as was possible, loving how his fingers felt against the smooth skin of my ass.
Sweat was running down my body as if I was running a marathon and, by God, it felt amazing. It was dirty and messy, and simply perfect. I took one hand to my pussy and started rubbing my clit as I kept moving, an electric frenzy taking control of me. I orgasmed like that, my fingers moving furiously over my clit as his cock destroyed me.
I knew I couldn’t stop, though. If I did, there was no way I’d be doing anything short of falling unconscious. I slid his cock out of me and, still on top of him, turned over his body, straddling him in reverse. I immediately loved that position, knowing that he could be looking at my ass as I drove him to ecstasy. I eased down on him once more, my now too sensitive pussy wrapping its lips around his shaft, and I started rocking my body in that tidal motion until all semblance of rationality became nothing more than an insignificant speck.
I went as hard as I could, and time became distorted and meaningless. I didn’t know how much time I spent like that, fucking him as he slapped and grabbed at my ass, and it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I could feel the anxious throb of his cock inside me, his fingers running all over my back and ass as if they didn’t know what they wanted to feel more. Then, when he grabbed my buttocks with an animal ferocity, I knew that was it - Silas was close. Like the good girl I am, I redoubled my efforts and started jumping on his cock as viciously as I could. I only stopped when he hooked his fingers on my thighs and held me down, thrusting his hips upward and cumming inside my ravaged pussy.
The moment I felt his cock jerking wildly inside me, I came like there was no tomorrow. I screamed and, if it weren’t for the fact that he was holding me down, I was certain my body would be convulsing as if I was possessed. I moaned harshly, feeling his orgasm and wishing he wasn’t wearing a condom so that I could have his cum inside of me. I was completely ecstatic.
I stayed in place until his cock stopped twitching inside of me, all that cum filling up the condom in an endless torrent. Feeling dirty and indecent, I rolled to the side with the most pleasant smile I had ever had dancing on my lips, my eyes still closed.
I wanted to hold him close, gently kiss his lips again and tell him how perfect he had been… But, before I could know it, I had already drifted off into a deep and exhausted sleep. In my mind there was only one thought.
I would be his forever.
9
Silas
I opened my eyes, awakening from the best dream I had ever had. Except, of course, that it hadn’t been a dream. It was as real as it could get.
I looked to the side and there she was. Becca’s naked body lay by my side, her chest softly rising and falling. I swallowed hard, my eyes crawling over her perfect figure, my mind reliving every single second of the night before. Kissing her, being inside her... It was true, it had really happened and there was no undoing it.
I couldn’t lie to myself - I had lost all semblance of control and had allowed desire to take over. How could I not do it? How could I not take Becca when her eyes begged me to do it? Every damn second I had spent in the States had been filled with thoughts of her.
I should have known. I should have stepped out of scene before doing something so stupid and rash. But yet there I was, lying in bed next to my stepsister. And, even though I knew it was wrong in every sense of the word, I couldn’t help but love it. If only that moment could stretch forever, the outside world locked away… But no, reality was waiting out there, and soon we’d both have to face it. And, damn, that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I could stay like that forever, just looking at her face as she slept. She looked so peaceful… I envied that, I truly did. I wanted it - no, I needed that in my life.
Shit, I didn’t know what was going on with me. I was Silas, a complete mess with no chance of redemption - and yet, just looking at her, I could feel a spark of hope inside myself. There was a whisper echoing in my mind, promising that I could change, that my life could make a turn. And that… That was dangerous. I knew myself too damn well to believe such foolish words.
I rolled out of bed as silently as I could and got dressed. I grabbed my jacket on the way out of the room and closed the door behind me carefully. I ti
ptoed down the hallway and, closing my jacket, grabbed the helmet that lay next to the door and stepped outside. It was still dark, and the air was cold and bit at my skin. It felt good.
I hopped on the bike and made the engine roar to life, hoping Becca to be so deep in her sleep that it wouldn’t be enough to wake her up. I went down the driveway and soon enough I was rolling down the road as the first wind of an incoming storm. I didn’t know where I was heading and, in all honesty, it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was the road ahead, the headlight showing me the way through the pitch dark night.
I needed to think and I couldn’t do it under the same roof as Becca. Her pull on me was too strong, too dangerous. I couldn’t help but see how lucky I was that she had been asleep - how could I ever leave her side if she pleaded for me to stay? I couldn’t and I wouldn’t.
It was hard to believe, but it was really happening. I was falling for Becca, and I was falling hard. I had literally crashed into her life from the sky, but she had been the one to take my heart by assault. I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what drew to me her, but I suspected it.
There were only two kind of women for me, and Becca wasn’t any of them. She was different. In one hand, regular women saw me as some celebrity - not as a man, but as a trophy. In the other hand, women that were famous or rich themselves saw me as too eccentric or simply as a fuck toy. Some actually wanted more, but I could never be sure in what they were really interested in - me or my money.
In the rare cases a woman dared to see past my drunken ways, I’d turn on my heels and run as far as I could.
Thing was, with Becca I actually felt… normal. Around her I wasn’t a prince, or a rich playboy, or whatever the media decided to portray me as during a particular week. I was just me. And, if I thought hard on it, when had been the last time I had actually felt like that? Shit, I already had a hard time figuring out when was the last time I had been sober, let alone something like it. I was so used to playing a character, to presenting a facade of partying and high life, that it was too damn hard to remember how it felt to just be me. After Afghanistan everything was hard.
I still remembered how it felt to go back to my life in St. Penares after serving in Special Task Force 3, a paramilitary squad composed of some of the toughest bastards around. My service time had been sold to the media as a cozy desk position while in true I had spent almost three years trying to survive in the most horrible shitholes. That’s what you get for trying to play the hero.
When I was a kid I dreamt hard of serving my country and growing to be a wise and brave leader. I excelled at my studies and enrolled in St. Penares Military Academy, hell bent on becoming a goddamn soldier. I even had my father order the Drill Sergeants to be particularly tough on me instead of giving me special treatment. I was a Prince and, as such, I wanted to be the very best when it came to serving my kingdom. After my mother passed away, that became the sole reason I lived for.
And eventually I had gotten what I wanted. I was shipped to Afghanistan as a sniper and, after a particularly tough assignment in Kabul, I received an invitation to integrate an under-the-radar task force composed of the best of the best. That was my dream, everything I had ever wanted.
Of course, reality often packs a hard punch - after two years as part of Task Force 3 we were sent on a covert mission deep behind enemy lines. It all turned to hell after that and, even though I’ve been tried to drown myself in a world of alcohol and women, nothing could really wash away the memories of that day. Every day, every night - I was haunted by it.
Until Becca.
Being around her somehow made me able to forget it. And, even though I truly cared for her, I knew my feelings were also selfish. I wanted to heal, and being around her somehow made me think it was possible. Of course, it was a lie, an illusion that I told myself in the hope that it would justify staying with her. But I was damaged goods, and no one would change that, not even Becca. And besides, if she ever got to know the true me, I was sure there would only one thing she’d want from me, and that would be distance.
I rode for more miles than I should had and a button lit up on the dashboard to tell me so, a warning that I was running low on gas. I stopped at a gas station to fill the tank and, needing something to take the edge off, I bought a pack of cigarettes. I never had really been a smoker, although I used to smoke half a carton a day back in Afghanistan. In St. Penares, though, I never really cared that much about the ol’ cancer sticks. But now I was in dire need of a smoke.
With my bike parked in front of the 24/7 store, I opened the carton and put a cigarette to my lips. As I light it, I fought the urge to put it off as the strong smoke filled my lungs. In a second, I could already feel the nicotine surging through my veins - it wasn’t calming or relaxing, but at least it was something, a way to let some steam off.
I smoked the first one and, after putting it out on the floor, I light up a second one, trying to bury all thoughts of Becca under a heavy cloud of smoke. To no use, of course, but at least I was trying.
Fuck, coming to the States wasn’t supposed to go like that. My father had expected it to be just a learning experience, as I had expected it to be nothing more than a haze of sex and booze. Instead I had earned crippling doubt and a glimmer of hope, all in the shape of Becca. In her I saw what I would call salvation. Someone I could hold on to, someone that would guide me to a normal life and wash away all the guilt and pain from the past.
But I couldn’t relent to my desire. I would destroy her life faster than she could say my name. The tabloids would do their worst to crush her as soon as they realized I was dating my stepsister, and that would be just the beginning. If she could endure the relentless assault of the paparazzi and the media, then she would have to handle the real Silas: a mess of a man that simply couldn’t let go of a decadence that inhabited his bones. It wasn’t only the booze, or the women… That was bad enough, sure, but it wasn’t all of it. I couldn’t fathom to see her finding out that the man she loved was nothing but a hard killer that had spilled more blood in Afghanistan than he could even remember. A man that had failed those who were closest to him…
I didn’t want the world to know the true me, and I sure as hell didn’t want Becca to see it. But if I remained with her there would no way out. In a sense, that made my decision easy. I knew what I had to do and, even if it cost me my heart, it was exactly what I would do. After all, I’d shared only a night with her… I would live, I would survive. She would haunt my dreams at night, but I would carry on as I always have - high on whisky and pussy.
I put out my cigarette, crushing it under the heel of my boot, and pulled the cell phone out of my pocket. I scrolled down my contacts list and called Pearson. He picked up the phone fast, as if he was already expecting me to call.
“Yes, sir? Is everything alright? I’ve heard that --”
“Pearson, get the jet ready for this morning. I’m leaving for St. Penares.”
“But, sir, I must remind you that your father --”
“Don’t worry about my father. Just get it done.”
“Yes, sir,” he said at last, a note of worry in his voice. I ended the call before he could make any questions and looked for my father’s contact. Finding it, I pressed the green button and breathed in deeply as I heard the dial tone. I waited for almost a minute, but eventually someone picked up.
“Silas?” My father, probably wondering why the hell I was calling him.
“I’m going home tomorrow, father,” I simply said, letting the words hang in the air. I could hear him sighing on the other side.
“Son, I sent you there so that you could learn something about --” I stopped him mid-sentence, not wanting to spend one more minute of my life being treated as a stubborn child.
“Father. I’m going home. I know you meant well sending me here to the States and I... “I swallowed hard, fighting against the urge to simply end the call. “I’ve learned, and I’m ready. I know you’ve wanted me to marry, and I�
�m ready for it. You can arrange it; I trust your decision.”
There was a tense moment of silence, as if he wasn’t sure I was actually speaking the truth.
“Son… Are you sober?”
“Yes.”
“And… are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Very well,” he said, his voice filled with relief. “I’ll do as you’ve asked.”
“Thank you.”
I ended the call, pulling another cigarette out. I looked at the dark starry sky, knowing that I had just made both the wisest and the dumbest decision of my life.
10
Becca
I woke up from a dreamless sleep with a giant ear-to-ear grin on my face. I was on my side, facing the wall. A little tingle of pleasure even coursed up my spine every single time I thought about last night - about Silas. I couldn't get over thinking about Silas' hands on my body, how his face and half day stubble felt on my skin, how his body enveloped mine, protecting me. I touched myself to pretend it was him and smiled at the memories coming back to me.
I had always wanted to hold out for the right guy - and I was glad I did. Whatever else in the world, I would always know that the first guy I had given myself to was special.
Of course he was, Becca. He was your stepbrother.
Somehow that really didn't bother me anymore. We weren't related. We were only stepsiblings through marriage. And give me a break. This was Prince Pleasure we were talking about here - based on all his past exploits, this one was actually relatively tame. I mean, at the end of the day, we were just one woman and one man - completely unrelated and in...
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