“Goddamn,” he breathed. “You cum so easy.”
“I know,” I whined, catching my breath. “I make myself cum all the time.”
“Yeah?” Luca questioned, his voice thick with desire again. “How you do it?”
“I dunno,” I giggled, “I just use my fingers like you did.”
“Show me how you do it. I want to watch you.”
“Okay,” I whispered, sliding off my jeans and panties all the way. My heart was pounding. I put a pillow behind my head and spread my legs for Luca, exposing my bare sex to him. This was almost too much. Almost.
My fingers touched my throbbing sex, lightly at first, stroking myself between the folds of my petals. I spread my lips for him, showing him the wet pleasure he couldn’t have. I heard him groan with lust, and it sent a shiver through my body. I was taking this way too far. If I kept teasing him like this he might just fuck me right now, whether I wanted to or not.
But I was teasing myself, too, avoiding my throbbing, aching clit. My fingers danced around it, massaging more and more pleasure from my swollen sex. I finally touched it lightly, and it made my whole body spasm.
I started to rub myself there, each swirl of my fingers sending a wave after wave of unbearable pleasure corkscrewing through my body. I knew I was whimpering like an animal.
I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow, fucking myself good with my ass in the air, until I was close to cumming again. With a final twitch of my fingers I sent myself over the edge. I collapsed into the bed as the orgasm wrenched my body, screaming my agony into the pillow.
I rolled over and looked at Luca’s face. His cock was hard and throbbing again. I squealed as he grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed.
“Luca?” Victoria called from downstairs. “Amelia?”
“Shit,” Luca hissed.
I rolled off the bed and pulled on my clothes. He grabbed me and we kissed, forcefully.
“Luca?” Victoria called again.
“We can’t do this again,” I whispered.
“Okay,” Luca said. “It’s our secret.”
We kissed again and I smoothed out his hair, then we headed downstairs.
****
The next day was sunny and bright, almost too warm for a winter day in Aspen. We had the morning to ski, and then we had Robert's aunt’s birthday party to attend later that afternoon. It was going to be a big event, with a fancy dinner at Robert's slope side mansion and lots of people I wouldn't know.
I sat awkwardly next to Luca on the lift, silent tension filling the space between us. He put an arm around me, and I let myself nestle against his body for a minute before I shrugged it off. One of his gloved hands moved up my thigh. I squirmed. I gave him just enough space so he could slide it between my legs and touch me.
“We can’t fool around anymore,” I finally said, pushing him away and berating myself internally. Having him touch me in public felt so dangerous and naughty, I just couldn't allow it. Besides, the end of the lift was near and a couple of minutes later we would be off, making adjustments to our equipment before our run down.
“Why can’t we?” Luca asked, his hand gently touching my waist near the small of my back, the way he always did.
“Because we’re supposed to be brother and sister.” I skated off before he had a chance to reply.
Our day unfolded like the first time we skied together: Luca followed me down the most dangerous runs with cool composure, and I tried my best to resist his advances. By the time we were finished for the day he finally seemed resigned to not having me.
“Okay,” he said as we approached the chalet, our day of skiing over. “Just brother and sister.”
“Good. Then it's settled.” I propped my skis against the railing and walked up the stairs to enter the chalet.
Chapter 5
The birthday party was a dressy occasion, and I knew I had to look the part. I opened my closet with some trepidation. I took out the nicest dress I owned and held it against my body. It was another piece of clothing Victoria insisted I had to have along with the scandalous red bikini. I threw it down on the bed and got to work on my hair, using the curling iron that she had bought me during the same shopping trip to turn my straight, blonde hair into a cascade of bouncy locks. I put on a little makeup, not really sure how to apply it--I wasn't, after all, in the habit of wearing makeup. I carefully applied lip gloss and looked at myself shyly, hardly recognizing the bombshell now standing in the mirror. I put on the dress and a pair of low heels. I twirled in front of the mirror and grinned, admiring myself.
I walked down to the foyer and slipped off my heels and slid my feet into snow boots to make the trek out to Robert's Land Rover. I ambled out the door and down the driveway with sandals in hand. Luca was already leaning against the truck admiring the view--he looked positively dashing. Gone was the scruffy-looking kid I had met at the airport, and in his place was an impeccably dressed gentleman.
“Hey,” I said awkwardly as I advanced towards him.
“Hey, Amelia.” He smiled. We stood there taking each other in. I tried to think of what to say.
“You look beautiful,” he said, beating me to the punch.
“Thanks.”
We heard the front door swing open, and Robert and Victoria walked out, chatting excitedly about something. I got in the back of the car with Luca.
There was so much tension between us. I could feel the heat radiating from my body, especially between my legs. I shifted nervously in my flimsy cotton dress. He kept looking over at me, and his glances sent cold waves down my body every time.
“Sorry about your phone,” I finally said.
“It’s okay,” he finally said.
“What happened to your phone, Luca? You didn’t answer me when I called you yesterday.”
“I dropped it skiing, mama,” he said. “Fell out of my pocket.”
“You can go buy new one in town. Amelia can help you.”
“Okay. I’m a little disappointed. There were some pictures on there I would have liked to keep.”
I dug my fingernails into his side. Luca bumped his knee against mine playfully.
After a short drive we arrived at the mansion. “Alright, here we are," Robert said. The sprawling estate was nestled in a mountainside on some of the most expensive land in the country.
We walked into the noise and color of the party, into a whirlwind of bright smiles and ecstatic greetings. I put myself through the motions, but my mind was fixed on Luca. How could I be so obsessed with him?
And why did it have to be him, the one boy I wasn’t allowed to like? What rotten luck for me. He didn’t seem to care, but then again, that was his whole style--hell, he probably even like the cat-and-mouse game. Besides, it was up to me to stop him or crumble pathetically at his feet, and I was already leaning towards the "pathetic crumbling" direction as my resistance was growing thin; especially after I’d given in the other night and let him do all those naughty things to me. I shivered, thinking of the way I’d masturbated right in front of him. The whole ordeal had been haunting me all day, giving me a pit in my stomach whenever I thought about it.
Of course, of all the people I could have sat next to at the party I had to sit with him. We were escorted by a butler to a couple of chairs and sat down. Soon after, Robert clinked a knife against a glass, quieting the cacophony of voices around him, and began to make a speech. I smiled and tried to look like I was paying attention.
One rough finger slowly traced its way up the inside of my thigh, pushing up the hem of my flimsy skirt. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach.
Luca, no. I thought, sucking in my breath. Robert finished talking and everyone around us applauded. Luca withdrew his hand to join the applause and I practically collapsed with relief. My sex was wet and throbbing underneath my skirt.
A waiter started depositing plates of appetizers on the table, and the conversation all around us resumed.
“I told you
no,” I said hotly, my eyes flashing towards him. He met my gaze evenly, not saying a word. I blinked, unable to tear my eyes away from those deep blue pools. His eyes never left mine as his hand began to explore yet again.
I closed my eyes as he tortured me, unable and unwilling to stop him. I gasped out loud as his fingers found the edge of my panties, just loud enough for Luca to hear above the clamor of the crowd. I looked furtively around the room, hoping no other eyes were on us.
His fingers slid under the hem of my panties and touched my wet sex, only for a second before he pulled away. I knew he could see the flush between my breasts, and my chest heaving from what he’d just done.
I immediately got up and walked into the kitchen, which was cluttered with stuff from the catering company. An older, heavily made-up lady, who looked like the owner of the catering company, was arguing with a man who looked like a chef. A few of their staff milled around awkwardly, trying not to look at them as they quarreled.
There was a half-consumed cocktail at the end of a counter and I downed it impulsively. My heart was racing. Luca entered the kitchen just as I turned around. Our eyes locked together again as he walked closer to me.
“Amelia,” he said, his arm reaching out to touch my waist.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I begged quietly, holding him at bay with one hand. “We are brother and sister.”
“No, we are not. No more games,” he protested. “We do not--we do not have any blood...” he said, struggling to find the right expression. "This is stupid! We are not family," he finally hissed.
“I know,” I whined, looking down at my hands that were perched lightly against his hard stomach. “But what would people say?”
“They say nothing! No one cares! We are not brother and sister!" My stomach felt like it was in freefall and my sex was positively burning with restrained desire. I’d never felt so turned on before.
I looked up to meet his eyes but he turned away and walked out.
Why couldn’t that moment have lasted just a little longer? I collapsed against a wall, suddenly feeling miserable. I thought about telling Luca to meet me upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms.
But I didn’t want it to happen that way. Every time Luca came on to me, in his aggressive and dominant way, it gave me a dirty thrill that I couldn’t get enough of. I was addicted to our game and I wanted to keep teasing him until I made him do something he just couldn’t help, namely corner me in my bedroom and force me to do what I secretly wanted all along. Or maybe do it in his shower--I often used his shower because it was bigger and nicer than mine-- he’d be waiting for me when I finished; he’d remove my towel, despite my protestations, and I’d give in to him right there. I’d take it leaning over the side of his bed, my hair still wet and my skin damp as his big hands pressed into my rear, pinning me to the bed and holding me down tight, right where he wanted me, right before he made me do it.
****
Eventually the party came to an end. We all said our goodbyes and I once again slid into the dark car next to Luca. I leaned against the heated leather of the seat in anticipation, waiting for him to molest me. To my consternation he didn’t make a move; he seemed like he was tired.
I arrived breathless in my bedroom, energy still coursing through me. I dropped my dress on the floor and took off my underwear. I wrapped myself up in my towel and grabbed my soap and shampoo.
I knocked on Luca’s door, my face flushed and my heart pounding.
“Mind if I use your shower again?” I asked timidly when he opened the door. He was still in his nice clothes, but his shirt was untucked and the sleeves rolled up. He’d just lit a fire in the fireplace.
Luca shrugged. “No, of course not.”
“Thanks,” I walked through his room and into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it. Normally, a nice hot shower was the one thing guaranteed to soothe me, but I was a mess of nerves as I shampooed my hair and washed myself. I didn’t even need a shower. I finished up and toweled off, my body still tingling with the excitement I felt simply being Luca's room. I wrapped myself in a towel and used his towel to wrap up my hair. I walked back into his room with my heart beating hard.
Luca was standing naked next to his bed, about to pull a t-shirt off over his head.
“You don’t mind?” he asked, offhandedly.
I stared at him.
He shrugged. “You are in my room. In Italy, we are not so worried about being naked.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes off his body. His broad chest was layered with tight muscle, and his arms looked even bigger without a shirt. Every square inch of him was knotted and cut, and when his arm moved to flick the shirt away I could see the muscle rippling under his skin. He had a beautifully-ornate, black dragon tattoo plastered over his right shoulder. My eyes wandered down to his cock. It was hanging there, relaxed and heavy. Seeing it again made my sex twinge.
“Amelia,” he said, his voice even. “You are staring at my cock.” My eyes flicked up to meet his.
“Come here,” he commanded. I walked forward slowly, my heart pounding, until I was in front of him. Luca grabbed the edge of the towel and tore it off my body, throwing it on the floor. I stood there trembling, my eyes lost in his and my chest heaving. Luca’s big hands cupped my ass, pulling me in to him forcefully. We kissed, and his teeth bit my lower lip, just a little too hard. I gasped and pulled away.
But he drew me back, and started passionately attacking my cheek and neck. I could feel his cock swelling, pressing against my stomach.
“Get on the bed,” he demanded, turning me around and guiding me. I whimpered and leaned over the side of the bed. He groaned with pleasure as he spread my legs and ass, enjoying the sight of my wet sex. The head of his cock slid over my pussy, teasing it as if he was going to enter.
With one hand firmly gripping my ass he ran a finger over my throbbing pussy, making me writhe as he explored the wet creases between my folds.
“Goddamn,” he breathed heavily. His fingers pushed curiously against my tight hymen as I moaned, and then explored inside of me, pushing one big finger into my virginal tightness. I whined impatiently as he plundered me with his finger.
“Oh god yeah,” he panted. He slid his finger out of me. I heard his ragged, choked breathing behind me. His hands kept exploring my ass and I could feel his eyes consuming the sight of my throbbing sex. Then I felt the head of his cock slide fore and aft over my pussy, teasing me the same way his finger had done.
“Just do me now,” I whined.
“Yeah,” Luca breathed, his voice a heavy growl. “What do you want me to do, little sister?”
“Fuck me,” I whimpered, a second before Luca pushed his cock against my tight hymen, hard.
Luca let out a strangled groan as he drove into my vagina, pushing the air out of my lungs simultaneously. He broke through, then made a slow, delirious plunge into my wanting, aching pussy.
“Oh, baby...” Luca gasped. I cried out, my throbbing walls filled with his desperate cock.
“Does it hurt?” Luca asked. His voice was choked with pleasure.
“N-no,” I managed to say. The truth was, I was stretched to my limit, completely impaled on his cock. The throbbing pleasure wracked my body. Luca fucked me slow and gentle, rolling his body against mine, not daring to thrust too vigorously. I felt good, and I rocked against the bed under him. He pushed my hair aside and kissed my neck. He bit my shoulder tenderly as he continued to take me, loving me gently. I liked feeling his face buried against my neck as he made love to me. After several minutes, he finally pulled out. I lay limply against the bed, trying to catch my breath. I could feel my own wetness coating the inside of my thighs.
“Goddamn shit,” Luca swore. “You are so hot, baby.” He rolled me over and got on top of me so he could kiss me, and I felt his hot stab against my sex once again.
“I am not hurting you still, no?” He asked. I shook my head and guided his cock back inside. He pushed into me more easily this time
and I settled into place under him, rocking my hips to take my fair share of the pleasure.
His breath was hot against my neck as his body rolled against mine. It felt so good being close, our bodies intertwined. One of my little hands was buried in his thick hair. Now his motions were just following mine and I could feel his breath getting more and more ragged against my neck. I knew he was getting close to cumming, and he was trying to fight it. The idea sent a shiver of excitement through me. I kept rolling my hips, taking all of the feverish pleasure I wanted from his cock.
“I'm coming, I'm coming, ah fuck,” he groaned. Hearing him say it was almost enough to send me over the edge. I furiously ground my hips back against his, taking myself higher and higher until he let out a choked gasp. His body shuddered violently over mine, then he collapsed. I wailed like a wild animal as I felt his fervent wetness suddenly flood me, and the feeling made me cum. I shuddered under him, my body pressing into his as my orgasm wrenched me, so hard it was almost painful.
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