by Dark Angel
I moan. I want to orgasm. I need that release.
Keagan removes his hand, and I look at him. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to push me over the edge so I can fall into the abyss. I want him to keep at it until I fall apart beneath.
Keagan stops pounding and pulls slowly out of me. My pussy throbs. I want him back.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
I arch my back, slide my hands over my abdomen and down toward my hips. My body needs the release. My need is so bad it hurts.
“Get on top of me,” Keagan commands and rolls off me, lying on his back next to me.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I roll over and throw my leg over him, straddling him. I lean forward so my breasts are in his face, and he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. I lower my hips and press my pussy onto his shaft. He’s thick and long. I wiggle my hips so that he’s lying along my slit. I move up and down, rubbing my clit against him.
The movement pulls my nipple out of his mouth, and Keagan groans, his hands finding my breasts. He pinches both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugs at them. The pain is a good kind of pain.
“Are you trying to torture me?” he asks.
I smile and nod, keeping up my rocking. I slid up and down his cock. The friction on my clit sends shivers up my spine.
I’m torturing him, but I can’t hold it much longer, either. I want him back inside of me, and now I’m in charge. I reach down, press his cock up with my fingers, and position my entrance over him. When I sit down on him, he slides into me, and we both moan in unison.
From this angle, Keagan feels even bigger, and I move a little to adjust to his size. I rock my hips a little, getting a feel for him. He puts his hands on my hips and guides me, pushing and pulling.
I lift my ass off him a little and move back and forth so that I’m sliding him in and out of me. Keagan’s mouth is open, his breathing hard. I pick up my pace, moving my hips back and forth, fucking him.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Keagan says in a breathy voice. “Fuck me harder.”
I do what he says. I buck my hips harder, fucking his cock. His eyes roll back in his head, and he moans.
“If you keep it up, I’m going to come,” he says.
“That’s what I want,” I answer.
I sit down on him again so he reaches as far into me as his size allows. I move my hips back and forth, riding him. My knees chafe on the carpet, the skin getting hot and sensitive, but I don’t care.
I want him to come. I want him to come because of me. My breasts jiggle back and forth. Keagan isn’t holding on to them anymore, and they swing freely. The friction, the rocking, the fucking, all turns into a primal rhythm, and I let it take over.
I move faster, watching Keagan’s face, reading his expressions. I can tell when he’s close, and when that happens, I back down. I slow down my pace, stroking him, moving up and down his shaft painfully slow, until he moans in protest, and I’m on the verge of losing control again. Then I pick up the pace, rocking harder and faster, letting my body take over. When that happens, I brace my hands on Keagan’s chest and let my body do what it was made to do.
I lean forward, leaning my breasts on Keagan’s chest and move my torso while I’m bucking my hips, dragging my breasts and erect nipples across Keagan’s chest. I know he can feel me. When I stop, I nuzzle his neck and lick circles on the skin, moving up and down toward his ear lobe. When I take his earlobe in my mouth, Keagan gasps. It’s a soft spot of his, I realize.
I spend more time on his neck, moving my hips slowly up and down, sliding him in and out, taking my time.
“You’re driving me mad,” Keagan says.
His hands are on my hips, and he’s urging me to go faster, his hands guiding me. I only fight him for a short while before my lust and his win out over my intentions to draw things out.
I sit down on him again and start rocking back and forth, riding him. Hard.
Keagan moans. His eyes are on me, moving between my eyes and my nipples. His pupils are so dilated, his irises are a thin blue line around them, and he licks his lips every now and then. Keagan reaches for my swinging breasts and massages them, cups them, and pinches the nipples. I gasp.
I’ve started working up an orgasm again. My clit rubs against Keagan’s pubic bone, sending shocks of electricity through my body. My G-spot is stimulated as well, and the combination makes my body go numb again. I’m getting out of breath. I’m fit, but not that fit.
Keagan reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. His eyes are warm and gentle, suggesting there’s more than just raw lust at play here. The idea that there might be emotion involved, infatuation perhaps, confuses me.
I can’t think about that now. I crushed on him at school, but he’s been my stepbrother for longer than he hasn’t been, and I don’t know what’s happening.
I shove my emotions away. I don’t want them to interfere with what I’m feeling, with our fucking and our orgasms and the bliss that has wrapped us into a cocoon that shields us from reality.
As soon as I focus on what our bodies are doing, on the friction on my clit and the hard cock inside me, the orgasm washes over me. I cry out and lean forward, my muscles clenching down. I can feel my walls contract around Keagan’s cock, and the feeling is intense. I curl onto his chest, unable to hold myself up, and open my mouth in a silent “O.” I squeeze my eyes shut and let the ecstasy take over.
Keagan isn’t going to let me ride this one out without doing anything. As soon as I’m on his chest, my body rigid and jerking, Keagan wraps his arms around me and starts bucking his hips, fucking me from beneath. I cry out.
His cock rams into me, hard and fast, and the orgasm intensifies even more. I’m swathed in pleasure. Keagan keeps at it, bucking beneath me, using my body to take what he needs. I let myself come undone at the seams and unravel in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, egged on by Keagan’s insistent fucking.
Keagan groans, stiffening and pulling his arms tight around me so my breasts mash against his chest. His cock is bulging inside me, and it pulsates as he releases, emptying himself out inside me. His head lifts off the floor, and he buries his face in my hair. I can feel his breath, hot on my neck.
He fills me up even more than he has before, and I can feel him pumping out come along the length of his shaft. My orgasm is over, but his release triggers echoes, and I moan in his ear. Keagan’s breath is labored, uneven, and he jerks beneath me.
Finally, when it’s over, he lets go of me enough that I can breathe again. He drops his head back onto the floor. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against mine, and I can feel his heart hammering against my own ribs.
I look at him. His hair is drenched with sweat, our skin is slick where we’re touching, and Keagan’s eyes are hooded now. His lips are still parted as he tries to catch his breath.
I don’t move. Not yet. He’s still inside me, and I’m lying on top of Keagan, my breasts against his chest, my arms on the floor, and hands on his shoulders. My insides throb with the aftereffects of our sex, and I shiver. I’m getting cold.
Keagan moves his head and tips my chin up toward him with his hand. He kisses me again. This time, the kiss is soft and sensual. His tongue slips into my mouth again, and I swirl my tongue lazily around his, basking in the bliss of a good orgasm and fantastic sex.
Keagan
When Dana finally rolls off me, we’re both spent. She lies next to me, her body lax, her legs splayed open a little, her nipples soft. She traces her hand up her body in a sexy way, but it’s languid. Not trying to incite something.
She turns me on anyway. My body doesn’t respond because I’m finished. She milked me dry, but she’s sexy as hell, and that won’t change, no matter how many times I come inside of her.
“That was fucking fantastic,” I say with a sigh.
Dana giggles. “Yeah. It really was.”
She hesitates. I turn m
y head to her. She looks like she wants to say something.
“What is it?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Do you feel weird?” she asks. “I mean, about this? About having sex?”
I shake my head. I don’t feel anything about it at all. It’s what I’ve wanted for the longest time.
“I’m perfectly happy,” I say. “And satisfied.”
She smiles. God, she’s beautiful. Everything about her radiates with a raw and natural beauty. She’s not high maintenance like the other girls I’ve seen. It’s what I’ve liked about her from the start.
“So, you really wanted to fuck me since we were kids?” Dana asks.
I’m surprised at the way she puts it. She’s straightforward about it. It’s unlike her, but I like it. I nod.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you since just after our parents got married. But I knew I would never be able to have you. Still, you’ve always been on my mind.”
I don’t know if I can tell her that I jacked off to the thought of her all the time. Or that I still do.
Dana frowns. “So, you touch yourself when you think of me?” she asks.
I swallow and nod. I’m not going to lie about it. Her lips curl into a smile, and I’m relieved she doesn’t think I’m a perverted freak.
“I wasn’t joking when I said you’re always on mind. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, Dana. Longer than I think you’ll feel comfortable with.”
Dana purses her lips together, but her eyes are still smiling at me. I don’t think she minds as much as I thought she might.
“How about you?” I ask. “Do you ever…”
She shrugs. It’s not an answer, and I don’t want to push her. I got to have my way with her tonight, and that’s already pushing it enough.
The sex was fantastic. I don’t want to dare hope that we can do it again, but she’s going to live with me. You never know what will happen. Besides, she seems relaxed about it, calm that it happened. She isn’t freaking out, even when we’re not caught up in lust anymore.
That’s a good sign.
We lie in silence for a while, lost in our own thoughts. I still can’t believe Dana is lying next to me, naked, after I fucked her. It was just the other day that I watched her hand her business card to the slick fucker who wished he could have what I have now. And here we are, after we fucked, and she’s still here and smiling. I want to pinch myself to know that I’m not dreaming.
But I know it’s not a dream. I can reach out my fingers and touch her. I can still taste her on my lips, feel her on my cock as if a ghost of her sex was left behind. Just to be sure, I lean toward her and plant a kiss on her lips. She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back.
The carpet is rough underneath my back now, and the cold plays on my skin. Dana’s skin is riddled with goosebumps, and I know she feels the chill in the air, too.
“Let’s get dressed,” I say. “It’s getting late.”
Dana nods and together we get dressed. We pull our clothes on in silence. Slowly, as I pull each piece of clothing on and fasten it, making myself respectable again, the evidence of what we did slips away until we’re just two people again, standing in the empty living room.
“Let’s go home,” I say.
Dana nods and looks around the place.
“It’s strange that I won’t be able to call this place home anymore. It’s weird seeing it so empty. I don’t think I like it.”
I know what she’s feeling, but a selfish part of me relishes in the idea that she has to stay with me now, that she has no cash to arrange an alternative. If it wasn’t for her being fired and her job search not working out, none of this would have happened.
I’m glad it did. I don’t wish for Dana to fail, but this time, it worked out in my favor.
She walks through her place, switching off lights in the rooms. Finally, she’s ready to leave. She locks up, and we walk to the car together. I’m carrying two boxes for her while she carries her bags.
The drive home is quiet, save for music coming from the radio that I’ve turned down so it’s barely more than a whisper. I want her to be able to talk when she wants to. I want her to say something. I don’t know what, but this silence between us after what we’ve done is disconcerting.
“What do you think people will think?” she asks after she hasn’t spoken for a while.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s taboo for us to be sleeping together. I know it’s modern times, but not a lot of people are going to agree with what we’re doing.”
I shrug. “I don’t care what people think.”
“You of all people should care,” she says. “You have a reputation. You’re being scrutinized all the time. I don’t even what to know what they’re going to say about you sleeping with your stepsister.”
So, this is why she’s so quiet. I get where she’s coming from. I don’t like that the bliss fell away so quickly, but she makes a very good point.
“What do you want to do, then?” I asked. I have a feeling she’s going to tell me that we can’t do it again, and I’m dreading it. Now, just that I’ve finally gotten what I’ve always wanted, I stand to lose it again.
I glance at her. She’s watching cars pass from the passenger window.
“I don’t think we should tell anyone what we’re doing. Just keep it private?”
She looks at me. I glance at her, unsure.
“You want to keep doing it?” I ask.
Dana nods. “I want to fuck you, Keagan. I just don’t want the world to know.”
I can’t help it. Hearing the words from her lips turns me on. In no time at all, I’m hard as a rock again, even though I’ve just had one of the biggest orgasms of my life. I shift in my seat. Dana isn’t paying attention to what’s going on in my crotch area. Her eyes are glued to the landscape again, and I’m relieved.
A few minutes later, I pull into the resident parking and park in the bay allocated to my apartment. We get out, and I help her carry her luggage and boxes inside. We ride the elevator to my floor, and I let her walk first. When we reach my door, I unlock it for her, and she steps into the apartment.
“This is nice, Keags,” she says.
I moved recently, and she hasn’t seen my place yet. It’s a step up from what I had before. The money I’m making with my social media platform let me get a place this nice.
It’s a two-bedroom apartment, but it’s lush, with granite counter tops in the kitchen, double volume ceilings that give the place a dramatic feel, and wood-style flooring in the living areas.
“Let me show you to your room,” I say.
No one has used the spare bedroom before. It has plush carpets and a double bed. She has her own bathroom with a shower and a large closet. When she walks in, she turns around.
“This is more than I could ever hope for,” she says.
She looks emotional, and I realize that this is harder on her than she lets on. I put down her boxes in a corner and walk to her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me. She blows out her breath in a shudder, and I can feel how tense she is. This has been rough on her.
“Stay as long as you need, all right?” I say. “There’s no pressure. Take the time to get settled.”
She nods and smiles wanly at me.
“Do you mind if I go to bed?” she asks.
I shake my head. It’s been a long day, and I’m tired as well. I leave her to it, closing her door behind her, and walk down the short passage to my own room. A moment later, I hear the shower turning on. I lay down on my bed. I’ll shower when she’s done.
I close my eyes and picture her naked again. God, she was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Her breasts, her pussy, her ass. I’m getting hard again just thinking about her. But she’s also here because things have been difficult for her. I will try not to push her too hard.
The shower turns off, and a moment later, I step into my shower. I soap myself up and run my hands over my body and onto my cock,
which is throbbing again. I slide my hand up and down my shaft, but it’s not nearly as satisfying as it used to be. Now that I’ve had the real deal, beating the meat comes in far second.
I finish in the shower, dry myself off, and get into bed, naked.
In the morning, I wake up from a dream where I’m fucking Dana. I smell coffee brewing. I don’t usually wake up to anything being already done in my house, unless I’ve done it myself. It takes me a moment to figure out what’s going on. When I turn under the sheets, the feeling of sex clings to me, and it all comes rushing back to me. Dana, her naked body writhing beneath mine, on top of mine.
And she’s staying in my apartment now.
She must be making coffee.
I get out of bed and realize I have a full stiffy. Morning glory at its finest. I need to wait until it goes down before I can walk out of my room. I pull on boxer shorts and a t-shirt. After a while, I’m good to go.
Dana is in my kitchen, opening all the cabinets. She’s wearing an oversized shirt and what looks like nothing else. Then she reaches up, and I realize she’s wearing shorts underneath the shirt. Her breasts look soft and beautiful through the shirt, and I try to guess if she’s wearing a bra or not.
“Morning,” I say.
She looks over her shoulder and closes the cabinet door.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” she says, and she looks embarrassed. “I was trying to familiarize myself with your kitchen. I meant to cook breakfast.”
I shake my head and sit down at the breakfast counter on one of the barstools.
“Don’t be sorry. The coffee smells great.”
When we’re done with our coffee, we get dressed and head to her apartment to sort out the last of her stuff. The team is there to cart away the boxes just before lunch, and then Dana meets with her landlord to hand over the keys. When it’s all done, she breathes out with a shudder.
“I don’t want to go through something like this again,” she says.
