by Amore, C. C.
Definitely.
He began to turn around and I closed my eyes in fear of he might catch me staring at him. I heard him walk towards and soon he was lying in front of me with his back towards me.
I smelled him coming from far away, but the fragrance intensified as he got in closer to me. The smell of a man I had desired for so long was making it difficult for me constrain my arms. I couldn’t just let my mind wander, or I would soon find myself touching him in improper places.
That wouldn’t be right as he is only trying to help me and I knew it. I was his little stepsister. And I was young and inexperienced.
“You know you have to take off your clothes for this work, right?” he said.
“W-what?”
Damn it. I had completely forgotten about that while I was staring at his muscular body. I hadn’t seen him without his clothes from the front, but if what I had seen on him so far was any indication of what it looked like from the front, I would have great difficulty doing anything now.
Thinking about him had made me oblivious to what I was supposed to do.
“I’ll scoot over a bit so you can have your space and privacy to do what you need to do,” he said.
I threw the blanket over his head. “No peeking!”
“What? You mean I had this elaborate ruse of making you almost freeze to death just so I could watch you without your clothes on? You caught me, I’m guilty! Take me to jail officer!” He overplayed his words as if he was truly hurt by my comments, but his laughter broke his poker face.
“You know what I mean, stupid,” I said, poking my frozen fingers at his back.
I began undressing and kept throwing the clothes over his head, but because my fingers were so cold, I had trouble opening the buttons on my jeans. I couldn’t pull them off without opening them, yet my fingers were too frozen to do anything about it. I lay there, in front the fire, in silence while trying to think a way to get them off from me.
“Your hands are too cold to open something?” he asked.
“How did you know?”
“I’ve had hypothermia before. On time on a mountain, I couldn’t even unzip my jacket. What can’t you get off?”
“W-well, my jeans…”
The silence between was deafening until he finally spoke up. “Right.”
He was undoubtedly thinking how he could help me without doing something improper.
“There is no other choice than for you to let me open them.”
I was so afraid of him being close to me that I couldn’t control myself, yet here he was about to open my jeans for me. No one had been close to that part of my body before, let alone having their fingers so close to my crotch.
I knew I had to get them off to warm myself, but at the same time I didn’t want anything more happen that would further enforce the stupid fantasies my brain insisted on having about being with him.
“All right, but you need to cover your face,” I said.
“Really, sis?”
“Really! No peeking rule is still being enforced!”
“Fine, fine…” He covered his face with the blanket and rolled to his back.
“You’ll need to take my arms to the buttons. If I do it myself, I’ll be touching places I really shouldn’t be touching.”
I took in a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. This was done just so I could get warm. Nothing else. This wasn’t my fantasy.
This was only to get me warm.
This was only to get me warm, Jessica.
I took in his warm, soft hands in my cold palms. The warmth radiating from his hands was immediate and made the whole ordeal of being naked next to him seem easier as he was already warming me up.
He had always had that effect on me somehow. He knew what to say to me to make me feel better and it would seem his touch had just the same effect.
With my shaking hands, I moved our hands over to the buttons on my jeans and placed his fingers on top of them. His fingers moved determinately to the waist of my jeans to open the first button.
I let out a sudden, but quiet, yelp as his two fingers went inside my jeans when I wasn’t expecting it.
“Calm your horses, sis. I’m only doing it so I can get leverage to open the button,” he chuckled.
But that is not the only thing I want you to do, you must know that?
I didn’t know if he realized it, but his fingers hadn’t only gripped my jeans, but he had also caught the waistband of my underwear. His fingers had been inches away from my most private place.
The shivers from his touch ran down my crotch.
I was lucky I didn’t melt into his chest right then and there.
I kept looking at him opening my jeans, the way he skillfully unbuttoned the buttons one by one.
The coldness in my body was beginning to retreat from one particular place that wasn’t even closest to the fire.
“There you go,” he said and clapped his hands together, “I have saved the day once again!”
“Hey Mr. Wonderful, you know this was all your fault, right?”
“Well aren’t you a high maintenance girl? ‘Stop me from doing stupid things and stop my temper’. So many demands.”
“I wasn’t the one who let that bitch near you, Mr. Wonderful.”
“Mr. Wonderful? I like that. Could you say that one more time?”
“My stepbrother is Mr. Awful. How about that?”
He only laughed before he turned to his side with his back towards me.
I took off most of my clothes, leaving only my bra and panties on. I crawled against his back and pulled the blanket over both of us. His muscular back was expanding and shrinking with his every breath and I could feel his warm muscles against my stomach and breasts.
At first, I was hesitant to be that close to him, but the heat from him was inviting me to get as close to him as possible. All I wanted to do was to let my hands wander around him. To let him know how I felt. To show him what he really meant to me.
I decided I wouldn’t be controlled by my fears and fantasies, and I just pulled in closer to him. The immense heat from his toned body radiated towards mine. I felt life coming back to my cold petite body, and I finally let go all of my hesitation as my grip around him tightened.
I moved my leg forward between his legs, feeling his hairy skin. I took in a deep breath of that familiar smell of him. How many times had I thought about this happening, but now that it was reality, it was not for same the reasons I had fantasized about.
“You know you are going to cause a fire down there if you keep rubbing my legs so hard?” he remarked.
First, I wondered what he had meant before I realized my legs had been grinding against his, trying to map out the all of the muscles in his legs with my thighs. “I’m cold. What did you expect? Me not to do what you said needed to be done?” I said sarcastically. “This is the warming up special, isn’t it?”
“Well, we are covered by the blanket from our necks down. One could have assumed that would have been enough with the fire, but fine, I’ll let you do it then,” he said sighing dramatically.
My legs and thighs kept grinding against his muscular buttocks and legs. I took in as much of him as I could, as this was likely the only time I would get so close to him.
The longer we spooned, the more my body was regaining the warmth it had lost. Little by little, my nervousness eased about being almost completely naked next to my stepbrother.
I closed my eyes and breathed in his fragrance. His warm body to my front and the fire behind me was too comfortable, and I fell asleep feeling protected from all the evil in the world.
“Uhm, sis?”
I woke up to an unfamiliar tingling between my legs. The next thing I felt was that my hand was on top of his abs and I was tracing my hand all over his stomach. His ab muscles were so toned I instinctively traced each of them with my finger.
Until I realized I was doing it.
“I’m so sorry Andrew. I didn’t realize w
hat I was doing,” I said apologetically while my face had to have been bright red once again.
My greatest fears had come true. I had done the things I shouldn’t have done. I knew better than to let the passion inside me take over. It hadn’t been proper before and it wasn’t now.
“Don’t be,” he whispered and turned to face me.
Our legs were still interlocked and he moved his hand to my hip, causing me to hold my breath. The sensuality of him touching me in a place only a boyfriend would touch made me pull in my stomach.
I knew I wanted it, but at the same time feeling his touch on my inexperienced body wasn’t something anyone could prepare for.
His deep blue eyes were sparking from the fire that was projected into them. He brushed my hair away from my face and gently held the back of my head in his hand.
“W-what?” I asked.
“I don’t think you know why I left so many years ago.”
“You never talked about it…”
“I was tearing myself apart from the feelings I had. It is not easy being in love with someone you are forbidden from being with.” His hand reached further and touched the small of my back and he pulled me closer into him.
“It wasn’t until that day on Everest that I realized what life was about.” He paused, looking into my eyes. “Nathan knew everything about me and he was always reminding me that I’m making a mistake running away. It wasn’t until he died that it became clear to me that nothing else in life is more important than love.”
I couldn’t answer him. I was caught in a storm of emotions.
“From that moment on, I decided nothing was worth it with without you in my life.” He pulled me so close we were mere inches apart, before he leaned into kiss me.
Stars filled my closed eyes as thousands of nerve endings sent signals of bliss to my brain. I couldn’t move my limbs, have a clear thought, or to do anything else than to answer his kiss.
His kiss was the only thing that existed in my mind.
Our fingers crossed in a strong embrace as the passion of the kissing continued. Touching his hand at the same time somehow intensified the emotion that we were only one being, declaring our love in front of the world.
His soft lips moved against mine, filling me with an unfamiliar sense of fulfillment. I had never kissed a man in my life. But here he was. The man of my dreams telling me, showing me, that he only wanted me, that I was the one for him.
A small tear of joy gathered in the corner of my eye and made its way down to my nose. If there was a heaven, this is how it must be: being embraced by your loved one while the light of life dances around you and warms you during the harsh coldness of the winter.
Our kiss broke off and we stared at each other in silence. His hand was softly tracing my jawline and his finger touched my lips. The warmth of his breath caressed my skin, replenishing a life force into me I didn’t I had missed.
He noticed the single tear falling down my cheek.
“Why are you crying? Is everything all right?” The concern in his voice was evident.
“I’m just so happy,” I managed to whisper.
He knew exactly what I needed and gently pulled my face closer to his before he reintroduced me to the stars once again. It was somehow intensified because I knew how much he really cared. The fire that warmed my back was matched by the passion that I was feeling in front of me coming from him.
Even though I was completely under his spell, my hands began to wander around his naked chest. In the heat of our passionate kissing, the blanket had dropped down and the light from the fire was casting shadows around his toned build. It made me want to touch every curve of his body.
My fingers traced his biceps, gauging the power hidden behind them. While his skin was soft and without blemishes, the hardness of his muscles underneath made the contrast of it all seem unreal. He was so strong yet so soft at the same time.
Seeing how I explored his body, he began to explore mine. His hand wandered around my stomach, gently touching it with his fingers before his hand moved upwards toward my breasts. As soon as he cupped my breast in his hands, moans escaped my mouth. Immediate waves of passion began to radiate inside me.
The unfamiliar tingling around my crotch I had felt before became more evident as I was being touched by such a wonderful man.
“I-I’ve never…,” I uttered.
“That is all right, sis. We don’t have to do it,” he said while he rolled me over so that he was now against my back and my face was toward the raging fire.
My body wanted it so bad, but my mind might not be ready for it…
Being protected under his wide shoulders increased the butterflies in my stomach. He was embracing me in his powerful grip, making me feel like there wasn’t anything in the world that could hurt me. His muscles made an imprint against my back, causing little shivers of joy flow through my body each time an ab or his chest muscle touched my naked frame.
I didn’t think a better sensation than that existed, until I something else touched my body: a bulge was pressing against my butt cheeks. It was so long and thick, yet it was gently caressing against my petite frame, causing me to grind against it in pleasure.
I now knew what I wanted.
He slowly began removing the strap of my bra, gauging at my reaction the entire time. He teased me, heightening my sensation of being wanted, to be lusted after. He knew the effect taking it so slowly had on me, and he seemed to enjoy taking me slowly further into the depths of passion. I found myself holding my breath as I waited for him to touch me again and again.
He unhooked my bra and let my perky breasts free from their constraints. In a swift motion, he placed me on my back and got on top of me, grasping my perky breasts with both of his hands. Squeezing and teasing my nipples hard with the skillful movements of his fingers, his large hands easily cupped my each breast inside them.
The moment he took one of my nubs in his mouth, kissing and softly licking around it, my back arched, pushing myself closer to him, to make him give more of the passion that was raging inside me.
He continued to trace around my perky tips, one after the other. Giving each of them the attention I so badly wanted them to have. I squeezed my legs around his waist, forcing my hips up and tried my hardest to encourage him to give me what I needed. I wanted him suck on my nipples with more pressure, to tease them with his teeth and to make the tingling around my body intensify.
“Just relax,” he said while he continued cupping my nubile bosom.
I saw the smile on his face. He enjoyed teasing me and there was nothing I could do to make him intensify his actions. He controlled how much pleasure I felt. And I knew there was nothing I could do that would make him change his mind.
Nothing.
And I loved him for it.
He would be the one to show me what making love really felt like. He would be my first, and despite me urging him to go faster, I knew the result would be that much better when he kept teasing me so much.
He took my legs and moved my knees on top of his shoulders before he began laying down.
I placed one of my hands on top of my crotch before his head was almost on top of it. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to…”
He looked back at me with such passion and comfort, I immediately knew my hesitations were unfounded. I pulled my hand away from my crotch and let him lay his head down on top of my waist.
He began softly kissing my stomach, moving inch by inch down while taking the time to caress my untouched body. He kept kissing me on the top of my white panties, making the unfamiliar tingling sensation I had felt before intensify between my legs. The sudden sensation of pressure came over me as he kissed my button through the panties.
I let out a deep moan as my back arched from the unfamiliar sensation of pleasure surprised me. The feeling of intensity seemed to rush all my sensations to that one tiny spot on my body.
No one had touched me there before.
No one
had touched me like that before.
I didn’t know anyone was capable of making me feel such bliss. It seemed unreal.
He took off my panties, exposing my entrance to the warmth of the open fire. The warmth from his breath against my folds was immediate. I wanted something to fill the desire that was burning inside my loins. To fill what I so desired.
I tried to squirm my legs closer to his head, to have him touch me with his mouth, but his hands had moved to my hips and he stopped me.
He grinned at me. “Don’t worry, you will get what you want soon enough.”
He began kissing the inside of my thighs, heightening the fact that he purposefully avoided touching the place where I needed it the most. I so much wanted to grab his head and make him kiss it, to give me a release from the heat that was engulfing my petite frame. To have him unleash the pleasure that took over all of my senses. But he was still only teasing me.
I knew something was about to happen once he tightened his grip around my hips, forcing me to stay in one place. Soon after, his tongue slowly traced up my nether lips and began swirling around my button.
What I had previously thought was the most pleasurable sensation ever was no longer true. The throbbing of my pearl around his soft lips and tongue made me squeeze my legs around his head without me even knowing I was doing it. As if my peak being in his mouth wasn’t enough, he forced my hips closer to him, making me unable to control the amount of pleasure I received.
My back arched violently up from the release of gates that had never been opened before. The sound of the fire that had been the only ambient sound was now replaced my by moans of pleasure.
He kept my button locked in his gentle touch while he continued exploring it with his mouth and tongue. Nibbling it. Caressing it. Putting pressure in all the right places. Never letting me take a break from the bombardment of pleasure.
I placed my hands behind his head, caressing his hair between my fingers. I urged him to continue, to release the intensity that he made me feel and to let him know just how good it felt what he was doing to me.
