When he was done kissing me he pushed me onto the bed and made quick work of pulling all my clothes off. I was breathing hard and my pussy was getting wet. I’d never had it rough like this before but it was turning me on.
He knelt over me and kneaded my breasts, his eyes hot and dangerous. I bit my lip and groaned. He looked so damn hot. He pinched my nipples and then bent low and nipped at them until I was gasping. He was dancing along that line between pleasure and pain.
He crawled off of me long enough to kick his pants and boxers aside and then suddenly I felt a finger being pushed into my pussy. After a few moments he added a second finger. The rough treatment made me gasp and yelp but at the same time I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, betrayal of a growing level of desire.
He pulled his fingers out and dragged me towards the edge of the bed, his hands on my ass, until my legs were on either side of him. He rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy, teasing me with it.
I moaned. “Oh, Jason, fuck me, please.”
He dropped me and I lay there gasping for a moment. He grabbed my hips and rolled me over, moving my body to whatever position he wanted. Once I was on my hands and knees he rubbed the head of his cock against me again until I was whimpering.
I felt his cock push into my sopping wet pussy. He barreled ahead, his thick cock filling me completely. I cried out but it quickly melded into the moan of pleasure as he continued pounding my sopping pussy. At first all I felt was sensation, and then pressure began to build in me as that sensation went from merely enjoyable to overwhelming.
I’d had orgasms before but this was different. Maybe it was the angle of being taken from behind for the first time, or maybe it was knowing how fucking wrong it was to have my step-brother pounding me from behind and not caring. I don’t know, but as the pleasure and pressure built I felt like I was ready to scream, and when I finally did orgasm I screamed loud and long.
But he wasn’t finished. He kept pounding my cunt and at this angle it was bordering on painful. He let go of my hips and pushed down on my shoulders, changing the angle, and I gasped. And then I grunted. And then I was biting back a scream of painful pleasure. And then I did scream. He kept on fucking me, harder and deeper and faster. I was yelling with each thrust and he went on.
“Jason! Oh god! Please!” I screamed, on the edge of it being too much.
Finally he pushed into me with a familiar grunt and then I felt the pulsing heat as he filled me with cum. He pulled out slowly and I expected him to crawl into bed with me and hold me. I was shuddering and whimpering from the intensity of it all but he just grabbed his pants and walked out.
For a long time I just lay there curled in a ball. Had it been too rough? No, not at all, I had wanted him to fuck me. Maybe it was a little rougher than I was used to, but I wanted him to fuck me, I never once said no or stop, not even when it hurt.
By morning the pain was gone. I was a little tender but that was all superficial and more from how long it had taken him to get off. Overall it had actually been quite enjoyable, even if it had left me a little shocked and sore.
Chapter 7
We were never able to come together very often, but every time we were alone in the house we would find each other. We had sex on the couch, in his room, in my room, even in the shower. If there wasn’t time for sex I gave him a blow job. There were a few close calls, and those seemed to put him more on edge than they should have. I mean, yeah, we sort of didn’t want people to know we were fucking each other because they wouldn’t understand, they’d see siblings and call the cops, or something. But it was more than that, he was genuinely afraid of getting caught. I wasn’t allowed to snuggle after sex, if I started to doze off in his bed he chased me out. If we had sex on the couch he’d tell me to get dressed as soon as we were done and then he’d head to the shower. Hell, I think he showered right after sex every time. Was he scared someone would smell me on him?
It was probably for the best that we couldn’t have sex all the time. We both had classes and reading and assignments and he had practices to attend. After sex it was hard to focus on whatever I was supposed to be doing so I’d just set it aside and masturbate for a while. There was that, and he was still being pretty rough during sex; rough in a good way though, like he was totally into it and was fucking me hard, not like he was pinning me down by my throat. And none of them were as rough as that time he took me from behind, something he rarely did. Anyways, it meant that I’d be a little sore for a few days after we’d had sex. I’d sit down in class and the slight throbbing or tingling between my legs would remind me that I’d just had sex with my step-brother and I’d smile and get all hot again.
Chapter 8
Sitting here after the fact, thinking about everything that happened, I guess I should have seen the signs, but I was blinded by pleasure and by a sense of victory. As far as I was concerned we were in love, or at least happily in lust. I saw no sign that he was seeing someone else. He came to me, or let me into his room, as often as we were alone together.
For the most part our sex was fast and fun, a flurry of touching and groping and kissing and fucking. We hopped through the shower together a few times but Jason wasn’t really into that. It was too bad though, I really loved the feeling of wet skin and the steamy air. I stopped wearing slutty clothes around the house and Angela and I actually started talking again.
In one way the tension seemed to lift, I wasn’t competing with Angela anymore and she seemed to sense it. But on the other hand there was the constant fear that we’d be discovered.
The longer we were ‘together’ the less I cared if anyone found out. Who cared if we slept together? We are not related to each other in any way. We said it often to each other, but I was never sure he really believed that what we were doing was okay. He grew more and more anxious, and paranoid and insistent that we never tell anyone or ever let anyone catch us. We couldn’t even make plans to meet because he didn’t want anyone overhearing us or seeing the notes of the texts. Not even hints or code.
I figured that I had seduced him into sleeping with me so it would only be a matter of time before he came around and got comfortable enough with us being together that he would hold my hand in public or at least kiss me in front of Angela. I mean I figured if we couldn’t trust Angela then we couldn’t trust anyone, ever. Turns out I was very wrong, about Angela, about Jason, about everything.
We’d been having sex or fooling around once or twice a week for most of the semester already. There was snow on the ground and Christmas decorations for sale in the stores. We were all busy with final papers and reports and projects and studying for exams. Angela was getting more hours at work and Jason was looking for a job. It was likely I’d need one too which would seriously cut into our together time; which is why I was so hopeful that we’d be able to be a little more open with our relationship. I was going to miss having sex with him if our schedules stopped lining up.
Chapter 9
One snowy afternoon found us alone in the house while Angela was out Christmas shopping. With seven siblings Christmas shopping always took her a full day. We had started in the kitchen while Jason was doing dishes. I came up behind him and slipped my hands under his shirt in a familiar and romantic gesture. His back stiffened a little and he said, “What did you need Natalie?” He put another dish on the rack.
I slid my hand lower, dipping my fingers under the waist of his jeans and caressing his chest. “The dishes can wait you know.”
“I’ve almost got them finished.” He didn’t push me away but he didn’t relax either.
I reached down his boxers and fondled him. “Can’t we go play for a while? Angela is gone and you can always do the dishes when she gets back.”
For a minute I thought he was actually going to turn me down, but then his cock started to stiffen in my hands. He was breathing deeper and he had stopped washing dishes; he stood there with his hands in the sink and his eyes closed.
I
smiled and caressed his chest again. “Come and take a break. Just fill the sink up to soak and come with me. It’s cold and windy outside. Let’s go warm each other up.” I kissed his back and pressed up against him. “My room or yours? Or did you want to have sex on the couch today?”
“Your room,” he said quickly. “Let’s go.” He shook off his hands, shook free of me, and headed off towards my room.
I smiled and followed him, stripping my shirt off as he went.
As I came in he said, “Natalie I …” but then he turned around and stopped.
“Yes?” I unclipped my bra and dropped it to the ground. He was so hard his jeans were tenting. I walked up to him and rubbed his cock through the fabric.
“Nothing,” he muttered. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and kissed me hard. His free hand grabbed my breast and squeezed. I fumbled to free his cock from his pants.
He stepped free of his jeans and practically dragged me with him to the bed. He sat, pulling me on top of him, and shoved my skirt up. I had left off the underwear in anticipation and I was already wet and willing so it was very easy for him to pull me onto him. I straddled him and rode him as he thrust up under me. It was fast and hard and left me panting. As soon as he had filled me with cum he rolled away, dumping me on the bed.
“What’s the rush?” I said, reaching for him.
“I have dishes to do, excuse me.”
I watched him leave, feeling confused.
Chapter 10
The last weekend before first term exams we were alone again so I put on the sexy lingerie I had picked up as an early Christmas gift to myself and wandered over to his room. I struck a sexy pose in the doorway and said, “Did you want to be on the naughty list? Or the nice list?”
He looked up from his studying and then back down without batting an eye. I wasn’t even sure his breathing had changed. “I’m busy Natalie.”
“Let’s take a break from studying.” I took a few steps forward.
“Get out of my room,” he said without looking up.
“You don’t mean that.”
Now he looked up, and he didn’t look happy. “Natalie, I’m studying, get out of my room, and for fuck’s sake, go put some clothes on.”
“It’s for fuck’s sake that I’m not wearing any,” I said with a sly smile.
“OUT!”
“Okay, okay, I’m going! Geez.” I retreated, feeling hurt and confused. Back in my room I curled up on the bed trying not to cry. I don’t know how long I stayed curled up there before he showed up at my door but I was drifting towards sleep and at first I thought he was just a dream.
“Natalie.”
“What?” I murmured.
“Look, I didn’t want to tell you now, not with exams around the corner, but this has to stop.”
I sat up. “What has to stop?”
“Us, the sex, the secrets, it all has to stop.”
“So you want to tell people?”
“No. Never. You’ll not breathe a word of this to anyone. It stops now.”
“But I thought you loved me.”
“Dammit Natalie, I did love you once, as a sister! You ruined that when you took your shirt off. I told you things would never be the same.”
“But …”
“But what? But you thought we could be lovers? That we could date? That we would get married or live together? We’re siblings, Natalie. Legally we’re siblings, everyone looks at us and sees siblings, everyone in our family considers us siblings. We have no future together. None. No one will accept us sleeping together.”
“We don’t need anyone else!”
“I’m not going to be your secret sex toy for the rest of my life, Natalie.”
“Why would you say it that way? You were into it.”
“I was drunk and you were naked, so yeah, I fucked you. And then it was like, well I’m already down this rabbit hole I might as well have fun.”
“So what changed? Isn’t it fun anymore?”
“The running around and hiding was exciting at first, now it’s too stressful. And …”
“And what? What? Oh my god, there’s someone else, isn’t there?”
“Yes, Natalie, there is. I’m not going to fuck you anymore because I’m not going to cheat on her. It’s over between us. And this living arrangement, I don’t think it’s going to work anymore.”
“Why not?” I snapped, tears welling up in my eyes. “Are you afraid I’m going to tell your girlfriend that you fucked your step-sister and liked it? Are you afraid I’m going to seduce you again?”
“Yes.”
“You believe I’d do that?”
“Yes.”
“So you’re moving out?”
“Actually, I was hoping you would move out.”
“ME!” I was shrieking now and I didn’t care. I didn’t care about looking sexy or composed, not when my heart was breaking and my step-brother, the boy I loved, was kicking me out of his life completely. “Why the fuck should I leave?!”
He looked down at his hands.
“Oh my fucking god you’re dating Angela! You’re dating miss plain-Jane, prudish, Angela! She’s not your type!”
“You’re right, but maybe my type has been wrong all this time. We’ve had a lot of chances to talk and get to know each other and I think I love her.”
“Enough to go celibate until you graduate and can offer her a wedding ring, because that’s what she’s going to want,” I said bitterly.
“Yes, Natalie, enough to remain celibate, and that includes not cheating on her. I just think it’s best for all of us if you’re not here in the new year. You don’t want to watch us falling in love, and I don’t want you doing or saying anything to put my relationship with her at risk.”
“You’re really doing this to me just days before exams?”
“I told you, I wanted to wait, but you pushed. If you had just walked out the first time I asked you to I would have left it alone. But you’ll never stop pushing. You think that a little swagger of your hips and a little skin and I’ll just fall in line with your schemes. And that’s not going to happen.”
“So what am I supposed to do?”
“Go home for Christmas. You don’t have a job keeping you here like Angela and I do. Put in for a dorm room for the next semester, or find another place, and don’t come back here.”
“So that’s it then?”
“That’s it.”
“You’re not afraid I’ll tell Angela everything?”
“I’ll deny it. I’ll say you’ve gone crazy with jealousy. You’ll lose her friendship too.”
“I don’t want to be friends with her anymore. Get out of here.”
“Will you leave?”
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!”
I spent the rest of the evening crying. And most of the next day too. Monday I went and wrote my first exam with a feeling of emotionless calm. The crying had emptied me. I looked over the last month with fresh eyes. I’d been so caught up watching for an opportunity to fuck him that I hadn’t noticed the long quiet evenings they spent together at the table discussing homework. I hadn’t seen the shy glances between them. I hadn’t noticed the little smiles, or the seemingly casual touches.
When my exams were done I packed everything I owned into boxes. I took just what I needed for the holidays and went home.
Was I running away with my tail between my legs? Hell yes. Was I giving in and giving up without a fight? Yeah. For now. If I stayed they were likely to find their own place and leave me with the rent, or with strange roommates. I'm not going to watch my step-brother fall in love with Angela. No. He's not going to fall in love with her. Not if I can help it.
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Ryker's Mountain:
RESCUE
Love Triangle Romance
By: A.J. Winter
CHAPTER ONE
When I say my boyfriend is rich, don’t start thinking Wall Street mogul or tech billionaire, I just mean that in our city his family ranked with the elites. His great grandfather started a factory and now it employed a lot of people and made a lot of stuff and his whole family was pretty well off compared to the rest of us. It’s not like I was hurting for cash though, my father was a programmer for a big company and my mom was a dental hygienist, I didn’t want for anything growing up and I could pass for pretty high end which was how I landed Joel. We were quite the pair. He looked like one of those guys off from an Abercrombie ad, tousled hair, buff, polo shirts and khaki shorts, no tattoos, and I was an average, slender faced, black girl with an average body and thick black hair.
After graduating from high school my parents insisted that my free ride was over, I could live at home rent free but I had to work or go to school. If I didn’t go to school I had to pay for my own cell phone, my own clothes, my own trips to get my nails done, all of it. Sure they still fed me and paid the electric bills but it still meant thirty hour weeks in black slacks, a white top, and low heels serving drinks at one of the upscale restaurants in town.
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