Shit.
We got to the top of the stairs and I helped her down the hall to her bedroom. We stopped outside her door. It was like there was a bond holding us there, a tension, a sexual energy that I couldn’t deny.
“So… good night then,” I told her. I had to be the bigger man here. I had to be the one to shut this down. It couldn’t happen.
“Good night,” she replied, but she made no move towards the door. It was like we were both frozen, rooted to the spot, incapable of doing anything that might separate us.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“You know, I could come in and help you get settled. But I’m warning you. If you let me in, I can’t be responsible for what happens next,” I added, and looking into those doe eyes, I was absolutely certain she knew what I meant. If I wasn’t mistaken, she wanted this as much as I did.
“Well…” she paused, trying to make a decision. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me. Fuck, that felt good. It always felt good when I knew a chick wanted my body, but with Olivia, it was different. I knew she wasn’t one of these vain chicks that screws anything that moves. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Hell, I do it too. I’m not one of those guys with double standards that calls a girl who sleeps around a slut, and a guy who does it a player. I figure guy or girl, we’re all players, we all like to have fun.
But Olivia wasn’t a player. For her to want me like this, it felt better, since I knew she wouldn’t do this with just anyone.
“I guess I could use some help… getting undressed,” she finally told me, her shy little voice whispering the last part of the sentence, saying it so quietly I almost didn’t hear. God, she was the most adorable thing.
I hoped she didn’t notice the little smile that formed in the corner of my mouth. My little stepsister had no idea what she was in for.
Olivia
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was on my bed on my hands and knees, Kaleb pounding into me from behind. His cock was deep inside of me, with every thrust came sensations I didn’t even know my body could feel. How had this happened?
As soon as we entered the bedroom Kaleb had begun to help me undress. He started off innocently, then moved to my shirt, then my pants, and now here we were.
Surely this couldn’t be happening. But it was, and it felt so good. I mean, I had heard the rumours that Mike was kind of bad in bed, but I hadn’t believed them. After all, it felt ok. I thought if anyone was the problem, it was me.
And yet here was Kaleb, thrusting in and out of me hard, making me clutch the blanket underneath us, making my body feel weak, making me feel things I could have never imagined. Pleasure sizzled up through my body from between my legs, making me feel things I never could have imagined.
“Oh my God, Kaleb,” I whispered breathlessly as the rhythmic pounding of his shaft inside of me slowed.
“You like that, don’t you?” he replied, his breathing getting heavier from exertion.
“Yes! Yes, oh I like it,” I replied, closing my eyes, silently begging for him to go faster once more.
“I always knew you were a dirty little girl deep down,” he replied, and suddenly, without any warning he spanked me on the ass, hard.
As I let out a small yelp of surprise pain coursed through my body, mingling with the pleasure of his shaft’s movements inside of me, somehow making the pleasure feel even more intense. My ass stung, and I knew his hand was going to leave a mark, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was more of this, more of what Kaleb was giving me.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured, “so tight and so dirty. Did you like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied, “I liked that.”
Only seconds later he spanked me again, and while this time I was half expecting it, I still let out another small squeal. Kaleb grabbed my hips and pulled me into him as he began to thrust hard in and out of me again.
“You’re about to have the best orgasm of your life, Kitten,” Kaleb told me as he pressed my back down into the mattress, forcing my arms down to my side and my back to arch underneath him, but keeping my ass up, displaying my most sensitive parts to him.
I could only whimper in reply as my body opened for him. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust, the little nub bringing me so much more pleasure than I knew was possible.
Of course I’d heard from other girls my stepbrother was good in bed. Even if they didn’t say it straight to my face, I’d heard the rumours. But good God, I had no idea he was this good.
Pretty soon the sensations coursing through me became way too much to bear. Writhing under the mattress, clutching at the blanket, my body exploded with pleasure as I experienced the biggest and best orgasm of my life.
“Cum for me, right now,” Kaleb ordered, and my body obeyed instantly. Not that I would have been able to do anything else.
I trembled under Kaleb’s body as his hand pressed into my back, shoving my face into the mattress. An involuntary moan left my lips as my body shook with pleasure. It was like a rolling lava flow coursing through my body, radiating from my pussy, a lava flow of pleasure, pure pleasure, and absolutely nothing else.
Every muscle in my body seemed to tense up at once, it was like someone had injected pure adrenaline inside of me, but like a thousand times stronger, and it only lasted for a few seconds.
For a few seconds of bliss, Kaleb and I were the only people on the planet, our bodies intertwined in pleasure.
I could feel the walls of my sex pulsating over Kaleb’s cock as I milked him, sensing his own orgasm as he groaned in pleasure behind me, with tiny thrusts, forcing his shaft deeper and deeper inside of me with short, thick thrusts.
When we finished Kaleb collapsed on top of me, still staying inside me for a while, lying on top of me, but supporting himself with his elbows on either side of me so as to not hurt me. As for the pain in my ankle, it was just a distant memory.
Eventually he slipped out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. I was glad our parents were gone, since I felt his seed spilling out of me and didn’t want to have to explain to my mom why I was washing the duvet.
Kaleb suddenly leaned over and kissed me. His kiss was forceful, but nice. Like the kind of kiss you get from a guy who knows what he’s doing, and who knows what he wants.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered to me between kisses.
“No, you are,” I replied, and I meant it. My legs felt like I’d just run a marathon. I was so completely spent, I didn’t even have the energy to get up and go to the bathroom before falling asleep right there on top of the duvet.
Kaleb
Shit.
As I watched my stepsister asleep on her bed, I knew I had made a mistake.
A mistake that felt really, really good.
Because fuck, Olivia was good. And I knew that I wanted her more than just this one time. I knew I had to have more of her.
It was weird, I wasn’t the type to have sex with a girl very often. Usually I was all about one night stands. Of course, I made sure the girls I had sex with all knew going into it what I was about. There were no false illusions, no fake promises about a relationship. And it worked well that way.
So why didn’t I want to let Olivia go?
I fell asleep on the bed next to her – after all, our parents weren’t due back for a few days – and figured I’d deal with whatever regret I felt in the morning.
When I woke up a few hours later, the sun was streaming in through the open windows; of course neither one of us had bothered to close the blinds last night.
Moving off the bed carefully so as to not wake up my stepsister – she was so cute as she slept and I wondered why she hated that I called her Kitten, especially since it fit her so well – I grabbed my boxers off somewhere in the middle of the floor and paused in the doorway. She was so cute, sleeping on top of the covers, curled up in a little ball, holding the edge of the duvet against her like a blanket. Her ass formed the most perfect curve,
if she didn’t look so peaceful I was half tempted to wake her up and go for round two. Instead, I just put the boxers on and snuck down to the kitchen.
I guessed the least I could do was make Olivia breakfast.
This led me to the obvious conclusion that I really had no idea how to cook breakfast.
I know. Bad, huh?
Well, it wasn’t entirely my fault. My mom died when I was six, and she was the one who used to do all the cooking. I remember waking up to egg white omelettes specked with gourmet ham and red peppers and cheese, and thinking it was the most delicious thing on the planet. And it was.
Unfortunately, neither myself nor my dad knew how to cook. And seeing as how my dad was always super rich, we learned to ‘finger cook’ as he called it, also known as punching in the number to a restaurant in the phone.
So the extent of my breakfast making abilities was cereal, and if I was feeling especially daring, maybe even toast.
You know, after last night, I think Olivia deserves better than toast.
I grabbed my phone and looked for a good breakfast place on Yelp. There was a diner a few blocks away that had great reviews, so I tapped their phone number and waited for the connection.
As the phone rang I thought about Olivia still asleep upstairs, of her perky, perfectly shaped breasts, of the warm area between her legs, of how wet she got as soon as I…
“Hello, Jay Ten Diner,” a lady answered.
“Hi, I’m wondering if I can order some food to have delivered.”
“I’m sorry Sir, we don’t do deliveries.”
“I’ll pay an extra $50 if you make an exception for me.”
I could practically hear the gears whirring in the waitresses’ head.
“Where do you want the delivery?” I gave her the address.
“Ok, deal. What can I get for you?” I smiled. Being rich was awesome.
Ten minutes later I heard some rustling from upstairs. Perfect timing, the woman on the phone told me breakfast would be there in less than fifteen.
Olivia
I woke up with a pain through my ankle and general soreness through the rest of my body.
For those first few seconds I had no idea what had happened. Then suddenly everything came flooding back to me.
The rejection letter from Yale. Kaleb being nice to me. Falling at the Chinese restaurant. The hospital. Coming back home. And… after that…
Holy shit. You did not seriously do that. No, really, please tell me you dreamt it.
I sat up in the bed and looked around. My clothes were strewn everywhere. My bra was dangling from the dresser, my panties on the floor under my desk. My pants were on the baseboard of the bed, and I couldn’t even see what had happened to my shirt. Kaleb’s clothes were mingled in with mine. That was a bad sign.
The most obvious proof was the stickiness of my thighs though.
Ugh. What is wrong with you?
I knew Kaleb was a bad boy. I knew that he didn’t really have limits. I should have known better than to get close to him, I should have known better than to do any of this.
Still, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it completely. After all, the feeling of having him inside of me. He was so big. It had felt so good. Surely that didn’t make it wrong, did it?
Now listen to you. You’re trying to justify what you did. It was wrong. It was a mistake.
I wondered if Kaleb was still around. Maybe he was downstairs. Maybe he had run off, gone somewhere else, ashamed of what we’d done too. Or maybe he just left me like he left all the other girls.
Ugh. This is way too much to deal with when you’re still half asleep. Go have a shower.
Obeying my brain’s orders, I went into my ensuite and started the water. I turned it on as hot as it would go, as if I could burn off the history of what I let my stepbrother do to me last night.
My stepbrother.
Good God, was there anything worse I could have done? This wasn’t the sort of thing I did. I was a good girl. I didn’t wear short skirts, I didn’t go around dating a ton of guys, I didn’t stay up late or go to parties that often. And when I did I always made sure I had a safe ride back home.
I wasn’t like Kaleb. I couldn’t just randomly have sex with my stepbrother and have it all be ok somehow, magically.
Because it wasn’t ok. I mean sure, when he spanked me I thought I was going to explode from pleasure. When I came it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Sure, the sensation of having his cock ramming in and out of me, having him press me down into the mattress like I was mine, like he owned me drove me wild, but it was wrong.
I knew one thing. This couldn’t happen again. As I watched ribbons of water flow down the skin that Kaleb’s hands had been all over only a few hours earlier, I knew what I had to do. I had to go find Kaleb, I had to tell him that what we did was a mistake, that it couldn’t happen again, and that was final.
Why did I do it, anyway?
It was so silly. So stupid. I knew it was wrong. I knew it the whole time, and yet I still invited him into my room, to “put me to bed”. I knew what I was getting into when I said it, and yet for once in my life I did the thing I shouldn’t have done.
Was Kaleb Leeman rubbing off on me? I wasn’t the type of girl that did this sort of thing.
As I got out of the shower and dried myself off, changing into some new clothes, I was trying to think of what to tell Kaleb. Should I text him? No, of course not. There couldn’t be any record of what we did. None at all. Maybe tell him over the phone? Sure, that would do it. That way I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. And it wasn’t like he ever showed up to work anyway, apparently, so I wouldn’t have to see him then. And after that, I’d be going away to college somewhere. Not Yale. The pain of that rejection came flooding back, but I pushed it away. I had to deal with these consequences of what I’d done.
Maybe that was why I did it. Maybe I was just depressed about Yale and decided to do something completely different, something completely out of the ordinary. The rejection letter drove me crazy. That had to be it. That had to work. Sure.
But yes. I could go away to college, then I’d have my own life, and I would never have to see Kaleb again. This was a perfect plan, and totally doable.
Except that all of a sudden the smell of waffles came wafting up from downstairs.
Shit. He’s still here, isn’t he?
My initial instinct was to hide in my room until he left. Surely that would be soon, wouldn’t it? But then my stomach betrayed me, angrily rumbling, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything since the Chinese food at lunch the previous day.
“Fine, I guess I can get this over with in person,” I muttered.
Making my way down to the kitchen, I paused when I reached the doorway. Kaleb was standing there with plates full of waffles, hash browns and scrambled eggs, obviously delivered. But that wasn’t what I was looking at.
All he was wearing was his boxers. Those arms that had forced me down into the mattress the night before were bare, as were the abs that he’d used to pound into me. His boxers sat lightly over his hips, covering just enough for him to still be considered decent.
For a second I wanted him to take me right then and there in the kitchen.
No, this ends now.
“Morning, kitten,” Kaleb greeted me with a smile. “Hungry?”
“Starving,” I replied, happily grabbing a plate and topping the giant waffle with whipped cream. Just the way Leslie Knope from Parks and Recreation likes it, just the way I like it.
“I thought you might be. It takes a lot of energy to fuck like that.”
I almost choked on my first bit of waffle.
“What did you say?”
Kaleb looked at me with that cocky grin of his. Damn him, how could he be so blasé about this?
“You heard me.”
“Fine, I did. And listen, we need to talk about that.”
“Sure, talk away,” he answered, stabbing a couple hash browns
with his fork and popping them into his mouth.
“What happened… last night. It was… wrong. It can’t happen again.”
“It can’t, or it shouldn’t?”
“Do you have to be that way?”
“Be what way?”
“You know… annoying?”
He held up his hands in surrender. “Sorry. I’m just asking the hard questions.”
“They’re not hard questions, we have to stop.”
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