by Penny Wylder
But just then, he loosens his hold on me a little. “I want you to look at me when you take my cock in your mouth,” he says.
So I do. I keep my eyes locked on his, and wrap both hands around his cock. Hold him steady as I part my lips, and slowly, slowly, begin to slide him into my mouth.
He’s so thick that my jaw strains fully open to take him in. I wrap my lips tight around him and with every inch deeper that I draw him, I press my tongue harder against the underside of his cock. I savor his taste, the heat, the silky smooth skin of his cock and the hardness beneath it. When he’s fully inside my mouth, I wrap my hands around the base of his cock, the part that doesn’t fit inside, not unless I try to take him into my throat, something I’ve never done before.
As I do, I keep my eyes locked on his, and almost as good as his taste is the way his eyelids lower, his eyes laser-focused on me, his mouth parted with pleasure. I love making him do this, seeing him lose control and knowing that it’s because of me, that I have this power over him.
“Fuck, Pau.” Josh grits his teeth as I tighten my lips around him, begin to slide backward slowly, rocking on my knees to let him feel every inch of the motion as I draw his cock out of my mouth once more.
I rock back and forth a couple of times, until his cock is slick and wet. With one of my hands, I cup his balls, tugging at them, toying with them.
“Suck them,” Josh orders, eyes still half-shut, and I part my lips, pull his cock all the way out so I can lean between his legs and lick his balls. I slide them into my mouth too, one after the other, and roll them along my tongue as he moans.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” he murmurs. “I want you to take my cock all the way into your throat. I want to throat-fuck you, Paulina.”
I moan softly at the thought, and he does too, as my lips vibrate around his balls. “As long as you promise to come in my mouth,” I reply, peering up at him. “I want to taste your cum.”
“Anything my thirsty little naughty girl wants.” He smirks.
I take him into my mouth again, and this time he leads. He pulls me along his length until he fills my mouth.
“Relax,” he says, and I try my best to obey. To let my jaw go slack and my mouth open wider. His cock hits the back of my throat, and my body tenses, but I try to concentrate on him, his taste, the feel of his hands in my hair, guiding my head, pulling at my hair as they tighten.
“That’s it, Pau, right there,” he murmurs. “Deeper.”
His cock inches into my throat, a centimeter at a time, and my breath catches as I finally take all of him, every inch, inside, until my lips touch the base of his cock. Then my throat tightens, but he’s way ahead of me. He pulls me back by my hair, draws me off him again, and I inhale sharply, fresh air flooding my lungs.
“Have you done that before, naughty girl?” He smirks.
When his cock slides out of my mouth fully again, I lick his tip and return the smirk. “Never.”
“So you’re a natural cock-lover then.” He winks.
Then he’s pulling me back onto him, and I let him guide me once more, loving the feel of him in control, taking his pleasure from me as he wants.
We start to move in earnest now, and he drives into my mouth, over my tongue, into my throat, faster every time he thrusts. Before long, he’s fucking my face, his hips driving right up to my lips each time.
“You like that?” he hisses between gritted teeth, eyes half-shut with concentration. “You like having your face fucked?”
I moan in response, and he groans, a low, growling sound at the back of his throat.
“Take it, take my cock, take it all the way,” he says, voice getting louder as he continues to fuck me. I wrap my hands around him, let my fingers dig into his ass to pull him closer. He’s pulling my hair hard enough to make my eyes water, and my breath comes hard and fast—I have to gasp for air between every thrust. I let him take control completely now, arch my tongue up into his cock to add to the friction between us, and clamp my lips hard around his length.
“Fuck, Pau, I’m gonna come,” he murmurs, a few moments later, as the pressure begins to build. I feel him tense against my tongue, the tip of his cock twitching against the back of my throat. He’s right on the brink when we hear the voices.
Somewhere nearby, getting slowly louder.
I don’t stop. I can’t, not now, not when we’re so close. I keep sucking at him, even when his hands still in my hair.
“Fuck, Pau…” I don’t know if he hears them yet, if he notices. I don’t care. I tighten my lips and yank him against me, one last thrust, burying him deep in my throat. That does it. He loses control and comes, growling with the force of it, his hands pressing my face flat against his body. I swallow every drop of his cum, the delicious, white-hot liquid tasting better than I could have imagined.
I forget about the voices, forget about everything, because I finally made him come for me. I lean back, start to lick his cock clean, when we hear them again, accompanied by the crack of twigs and the crunch of leaves now.
Someone is here.
We freeze, me still on my knees, his ass still bared to the world, and lock eyes, as the voices round the bend near…
Before I have time to react or come up with a plan, Josh grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. He bends down to yank his jeans up, clasps them hastily, and we spin around trying to figure out which direction the voices are coming from.
“… Really great idea, getting everyone together,” someone is saying.
I don’t recognize the voice, an older woman. At least it’s not our parents, I have time to think. Then someone else replies.
“I just can’t believe how long it’s been.”
Shit. Mr. Johnson.
He can’t see us. Him and whoever he’s with. If they spot us here, the state we’re in, my hair a mess, and Josh still red-faced, breathing hard, they’ll know. They’ll mention it to someone, probably our parents…
“Come on,” Josh hisses, pulling me away, in the opposite direction.
We run silently, dodging any leaves that look particularly crunchy, until we reach the trunk of a pine tree. I glance at Josh with a furrowed brow, questioning. But he’s already pulling himself onto the lowest branch.
“Climb,” he says.
I hesitate. It’s been years since I’ve done this. The last time I climbed a tree was with him, in fact. A pine tree similar to this one probably—there’s a whole copse of them near the cabin that we used to scale all the time. But I remember the general idea, and Mr. Johnson and his lady friend are rounding the bend, so I pull myself into the tree.
We climb out of sight behind some thicker branches, high overhead. From here, we can’t see the ground or Mr. Johnson and his friend, which means they can’t see us either. But we do hear them, as they settle down in the clearing where we just were, chatting carelessly. Clearly they mean to stick around for a while.
I glance at Josh, eyes wide, trying to express my distress. What are we going to do? We’re stuck in this tree.
Josh grins back at me, and I don’t trust the smirk on his face.
Sure enough, a second later, he leans over to spread my legs. I cling to the branch I’m on, next to his. It’s wide enough to support me easily, but not wide enough that I can afford to lose my balance.
Unfortunately, that’s probably going to get hard, since Josh is pushing my skirt up around my hips.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
The voices in the clearing pause. “Did you hear something?” Mr. Johnson asks, and I inwardly curse myself and clamp my mouth shut.
“No,” the lady answers after a minute. “Must be the wind.”
So I can’t talk. Which means Josh can’t answer me. He seems to enjoy that. He winks at me, then bends his head between my legs again. He catches my panties in his teeth and inches them down my legs. My breath catches, and I twist a little under him. But he won’t be denied.
He grabs my waist with one hand, h
is other holding himself in the tree, and swings to a slightly lower branch, so he’s standing in front of me, and his face is level with my now-bare crotch.
He runs his tongue from my knee up to the crease where my leg meets my hip, making me shiver and arch my back. The tree branch shivers with me, but Mr. Johnson and his friend seem to dismiss that as more wind, and keep right on talking.
I arch my back, teeth gritted to keep any possible sound I might make trapped within, as Josh lets his tongue explore me. He licks across my smooth mound, then along my pussy lips, carefully keeping from touching my clit or from delving any deeper between my lips, into my slit. His tongue is hot and wet against my skin, and when he leans back to blow lightly on the spots he just licked, I can’t help a faint gasp, the cool air stark and sudden.
He doesn’t let me cool off for long. He leans back in and licks from my ass all the way up to the edge of my entrance, tasting my slit, the juices that have already dripped from my pussy. I’m already wet from sucking his cock, from the white-hot desire I felt when he fucked my face.
He pushes his tongue inside my pussy slowly, carefully. Licks along each of my walls in turn, back and sides and front. My lips part in a silent moan when he hits my G-spot, and he circles against it for a moment, tongue pushing hard on it, making a climax start to build inside my belly. I dig one hand into his hair, my other still wrapped around the tree branch.
Below, Mr. Johnson and his friend continue to chat, oblivious. I clamp my whole mouth shut, desperate to stay silent. It’s hard, nearly impossible with him eating me out the way he is, like he’s hungry for me, loving every second. He licks hard, fast, pushing his tongue as deep inside my pussy as he can.
Just when I think I’m going to lose it, he pulls his tongue out, replaces it with two fingers, and keeps fucking me with those while he runs the flat of his tongue over my clit. I’m so close to the brink already that it doesn’t take me long to reach it. He keeps up the pressure, licking my clit and fingering my G-spot, curling his fingers inside me so they drag along my wall, filling me, making my pussy ache.
He circles his tongue over my clit, keeps it moving in that circle, zeroing in on my sweet spot. That does it. My whole body shakes as I hit the wall, the orgasm sweeping through me like a tidal wave. He pulls his fingers out of me to steady me on the branch, his arm wrapped around my ass, fingers digging into my thigh as he pins me in place. He keeps his tongue on my clit though, licking me hard as the final spasms die away and leave me breathless and panting in their wake.
Below, Mr. Johnson and his friend begin to meander away, still chatting, but their voices growing softer now as their feet crunch across leaves in the distance. We wait until the sounds fade away altogether, and then Josh slides back into the branch across from me and pulls my face to his for a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, as I’m sure he must be able to taste himself on mine. We pull apart only an inch, rest our foreheads together and gaze into one another’s eyes.
“Our little secret?” he whispers.
My chest aches. “Of course,” I reply. But the truth, the terrifying truth, which I’m just starting to realize, is that I want more than that.
I don’t want to be his secret. I want to be with him for real.
6
Clearly there’s going to be no fighting what we feel for one another. And frankly, I don’t want to fight it. I want to give in, jump off the bridge with him, lose myself in the way it feels when we’re together. When the rest of the world fades away, and it’s just me and Josh alone in our private bubble. When we can pretend that there’s nothing standing between us, no obstacles to keep us from where we belong—together.
We start sleeping in the same bed every night. We stay up late, wait until the lights go out in the big cabin, and then I sneak into Josh’s room, which has a slightly wider bed than mine, though still not really wide enough for two people. We make it work—usually we’re too exhausted from fucking in every position we can imagine by the time we actually fall asleep anyway. I wake up every morning with his arms wrapped around me, his warm body cradling mine. And usually with his morning wood poking my ass. Even on the rare days when he’s not already hard by the time I wake up, all it takes is a few strategically placed butt-wriggles from me to get him there, and then we’re right back where we left off the night before, with him sliding into me from behind, and me bent half-double across the bed, my hips angled so he can fuck me at just the right angle to hit my G-spot, make me come with a gasp.
We can’t be loud. We can’t scream each other’s names the way we want to, not with our parents sleeping less than 50 feet away, with only a few thin wooden walls between us.
One morning, we almost get caught. I wake up earlier than usual, thank god, and I’m rolling over in our tight quarters, about to slide under the covers to kiss Josh awake—probably by licking my way along his abs, trailing down that V-cut of his muscles to his groin, where I can lick and suck his cock until he rolls over and grabs my head and wakes up fully.
But I’m only halfway down his chest when I hear footsteps outside, a loud voice, far too close by.
“Hey Josh?”
It’s Susan.
I freeze in place, and Josh blinks down at me sleepily, only half-awake, still orienting himself. I put my finger to my lips, frozen solid.
“Yeah?” he asks tentatively, after a long moment.
“I need some help out here.” The footsteps come closer. Stop right outside the door.
I duck under the covers. As if that’s going to help. If she walks in here right now, it will be pretty obvious that there’s more than one person in this tiny, cramped cabin.
“Sure, Mom,” he calls back.
She taps her foot on the floor, clearly waiting for him to spring up right away.
“Um. Can I have a minute though?” he asks, after an awkward pause. “I need to… Use the bathroom. Pretty urgently.”
“Oh. Of course, honey.” The footsteps pad away, and I spring out of the bed almost the moment they cross the floor of our little cabin. We both stare at one another, hearts pounding.
That was close.
Too close.
For a of couple nights, it slows us down. We take to hiking out to the far side of the lake late in the evenings. There’s some old abandoned canoes there, left by someone who summered here last year from the looks of it. We cleaned one out, laid down blankets, and for those few nights, we have sex there instead. We still have to be careful, because voices carry far across the wide-open lake. But we can relax a little, let our guard down slightly. I lay across the bench of the canoe while Josh spreads my legs from behind and fucks me doggie-style across it. We still don’t fully let go, but I let myself cry out when I come, and he groans my name with every thrust, and when he finishes, I spin around to kiss him in full view of the whole lake because there’s nobody out here at this hour but us.
Afterwards, we walk back to our cabin hand-in-hand. We only let go when we absolutely have to, when we reach the porch. And for those few nights, we retreat to our separate beds, sleep alone. I curl around my pillow and ache, because even though I have more space in this bed, I can move my legs and roll over and everything, I don’t want that space. I want him here. I want his arms around me, and a place to call ours where we don’t need to hide.
I want him to be mine. I want to be his.
That’s impossible now. It always will be. Even once we leave this lake, this cabin, this nice little time portal we’ve hidden ourselves in, where we can pretend that only this summer exists and nothing outside of it, we’ll still be an impossibility. You can’t date your step-brother. You can’t love your step-brother.
You definitely can’t fuck him. Repeatedly. Desperately. Insatiably.
After a few days, though, we can’t resist any longer. After dinner, a few mornings after his mom walked in on us, I wake up to the sound of the shower in our cabin running. I tiptoe across the cabin, check Josh’s room first. He’s up already,
obviously. I peek out the window, across the porch that adjoins our cabin to the bigger one. I don’t see any signs of life, not yet.
So I gently turn the knob on the bathroom door. Push it open lightly, and peek past it.
Josh has his eyes closed, his head buried in the rushing, hot stream of the shower.
I slip inside and close the door behind me, taking care to do it slowly, quietly, so he won’t hear. Then I pull off my nightgown and let it fall in a puddle at my feet. I step out of my panties, and cross the rest of the cramped bathroom completely naked.
Josh opens his eyes when I pull open the glass door of the shower. For a second, he just stares at me, in that way I can’t get enough of, because he looks like he can’t get enough of me. His gaze drops all along my curves, traces every inch of me, before he grins and grabs my waist and pulls me against him.
I run my hands down his sides, memorizing the lines of his muscles, tracing them even as I lean up to let him claim my mouth in a long, firm kiss. His hands trail down my back, along the edges of my shoulders, counting the vertebrae of my spine.
“Turn around,” he whispers in my ear, and I shiver, grinning up at him. He raises an eyebrow. “Are you going to make me tell you twice?”
I keep my eyes on his. “Depends,” I say. “Will you promise to punish me if so?” I wiggle my hips to emphasize that point, and he takes advantage of the moment to slap my ass, quick and sudden, not enough to hurt, though the faint sting sends a whole set of new chills throughout my body.
“Only if you’re very bad,” he replies, grinning too, leaning toward me, eyes on my mouth.
Now I do listen, and rotate slowly before him, smirking over my shoulder before I whip my head around to face the glass wall of the shower. In the steam, the glass has gone slightly reflective—enough that I can see Josh’s eyes as he runs his hands over my shoulders, my back, the curve of my ass. He grips my ass tight in one hand and my mouth parts, a faint moan escaping.
