Best Friend's Little Sister

by Riley Rollins

  I’d imagined this moment a hundred different ways in the last couple of weeks, ranging from terrified shrieks to outright rejection. Not every kid takes to every dog, or every person. It had all been a risk…

  But my greatest relief was that I didn’t see Jimmy’s sour expression looking out of Violet’s face. She’d taken only after her lovely mother, except her hair was a dark, deep brown like mine. Everything about her was so gentle, so sweet…

  She held onto the leash with a quiet focus I’d never seen in a child so young. And Miri seemed to know by instinct not to overwhelm the girl. They walked ahead of us, Mattie beside them… everyone pausing whenever Violet bent to examine a shell.

  “She’s perfect,” I said, wrapping my arm around Angelina’s waist. “Like her mother.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she said, looking down at the sand under our feet. “I should have, I know… I just never knew how to start…”

  “Tell me what?” I asked, pulling me to a stop beside him. “That she’s beautiful and sweet… and uniquely herself? Why would I expect anything else? She’s your daughter…”

  “She’s autistic…,” she said softly, meeting my eyes. “But she’s so much more than just that.”

  “And you’re used to people seeing only that,” I finished for her. She relaxed against me and I could feel her legs were unsteady. “Angel… my beautiful, protective, lovely angel…

  Did you think I couldn’t see below the surface?” I turned her in my arms so that she was resting against my chest, facing the ocean with me. The sky was unusually clear and the horizon extended for miles.

  “The water’s smooth… quiet on the surface,” I said. The others had continued ahead, and I had her all to myself. “See only that, and you miss an entire universe underneath.

  It looks still. Some days it barely moves except for the rhythm of the waves. But the part we see is just a fraction of what lies underneath. There’s a whole world living under that water, a thousand things we understand… and thousands more we’ve never dreamed of…

  It’s the same for us, too, Angel.” I drew her to my chest and kissed her with all the need I could barely contain. By the time I pulled back, we were both unsteady. But she rewarded me with what I needed most. Her smile. And the happiness that shined in her eyes.

  By the time we caught up with the others, Mattie was spreading a blanket and unpacking our lunch. Violet and Miri were sitting in the sand, and the little girl was running her fingers gently and methodically over the puppy’s back. And Angelina’s eyes were filled with tears.

  It had been the perfect day.

  And by the time the cake was cut, and the milk both spilled and cleaned up by the puppy, I’d had a chance to talk to Mattie. Her bright red hair and edgy makeup were an interesting counter to her level-headed self-assurance. She had agreed to my request instantly.

  “She’s asleep,” Angelina said, closing the door softly behind her. “I tried to get her to let go of Miri… but she…”

  “Let them be,” Mattie said, with a grin. “You worry too damned much. I’ll check in an hour or so and make sure they’re okay. As a mom, you’re officially off-duty for the night.”

  “I want you to come with me, back up to the house,” I said, running my hand around her waist, letting it linger in the curves. “Mattie has agreed to stay with Violet for the night. And you can be back before she wakes up in the morning, if you like.” I leaned in closer and Mattie disappeared into the other room discreetly. “I have a gift for you, too…”

  I ran my hands underneath the back of her sweater, feeling the softness of her skin under my hands, the tiny muscles working between her shoulder blades. The kiss started gently, seductively… but a split second later the simmering heat between us had ignited into a raging fire. I could feel there was a war going on inside her still, but it only seemed to make us burn even hotter. She was kissing me back, her hands pulling my shirt from my jeans to find straining muscle…

  “There’s a part of the house I haven’t shown you yet,” I said darkly. “A room I built myself… not part of the original plans…” I unbuttoned her sweater as she watched me and leaned down to catch a hard, round mouthful of lace-covered nipple. The shudder that rocked her body made my cock surge with impatience. “It needs a woman’s touch… your touch…

  Tell me you’ll come with me,” I demanded, kissing and kneading her luscious breasts. I dropped to my knees and unzipped her jeans, dipping my tongue into the open vee and catching the scent of her arousal. “So fucking help me, I will take you right here if I have to,” I threatened, sweeping her into my arms.

  Come with me…”

  Part of me was whispering just below consciousness, that I was pushing her, too soon, too fast.

  But the last three weeks of having her so close… without being able to touch her, had pushed my patience to the wall. And the fact that she’d tested her own limits today and trusted me with the truth about Violet…

  She was opening herself up to me. And instinct told me she was ripe for more. I opened the door to my bedroom and caught her in my arms.

  “So where is this place I haven’t seen?” she asked, breathlessly. By the time we’d reached the top of the flagstone path, I’d managed to strip her to the waist. My own shirt and shoes had been left in the entryway. I turned her in my hands and let my greedy eyes take their fill. Her breasts were round and heavy, making her body look even more delicate in contrast. Her nipples were dark and large, beckoning…

  “In time,” I answered. “Just not yet…

  This is the right place to start,” I said, gesturing toward my bed with a lift of my jaw. “With satin sheets and heavy wooden shafts…” I watched her eyes widen and felt my heartbeat in my erection.

  “Will you trust me?” I asked, running my fingers inside her open jeans and just under the silky elastic. She swallowed and nodded, unblinking. “Then strip for me,” I said, darkly. “I want you totally bare and completely vulnerable.” I sat down on the edge of the bed. It was old, dark wood, and the posts at each corner reached almost to the ceiling. It was massive, imposing. Truly the first place to start…

  I watched her walk over near the window, where the fast fading light was a still a pale pink. She moved slowly, deliberately, turning her back to me as she slipped her jeans down. She leaned over to slip them over her feet, farther than necessary, and I wondered briefly who was really in charge… Her lacy thong bit into her ass, disappearing between sweet, round cheeks…

  “Take them off,” I ordered harshly. “Let me see you…”

  And she did. Without raising up. She stayed folded in half, spreading her legs and pushing them down until the thin straps were strained to the limits. Then she slipped one foot free and let them fall to the floor. She was displayed, and I could see her ready wetness shining on her swollen folds.

  “Shameless,” I breathed, as my cock pounded, demanding its freedom. “Give me your hands.” She turned, twisting at the waist, and reached out.

  “Only if you let me see you, too,” she breathed. Her tongue flickered over her lip. She smiled, her breasts rising and falling with her breath.

  “Dirty, shameless girl, “I growled, accusingly. But I stripped anyway, and kicked the last of my clothes free. My cock leapt responsively. I could feel her eyes, stroking up and down my length… taking it all in.

  “The same safe word works here,” I said, keeping her body at arm’s length. Even so, the head of my cock bobbed dangerously close to her belly. “No will stop anything you don’t want. But I fully intend to push you, Angel.” I felt my balls tighten and lift. “I’m going to tie you sweetheart…. push you right to the edge.” I took a step closer and felt a single shudder run through us both. My cock slipped wetly up her belly as I forced her back against the solid bedpost.

  “You’re going to be begging for release before we take the next step…”

  And I’d taken her to that edge I promised… so incredibly close tha
t I’d felt gush after gush of slippery heat flood my fingers, my tongue. And every time her pussy had started to throb with the first spasms of climax, I’d backed off. Until, finally, I’d discovered every sensitive place, tasted every hidden depth.

  And I knew it was time...

  18

  Angelina

  “What is this place?” I asked.

  He pushed the door open with his shoulder and carried me inside. My whole body was thrumming, still hovering on the edge of climax.

  “My last secret,” he answered, his voice thick with pent-up need. “A place for discovering what’s under the surface…”

  I looked around, shivering in spite of the heat of his body. The lighting was dim, the walls high and close. It was quiet, and I had the sensation of being underground, somehow. I looked up to see the ceiling was made of glass. Stars were visible… shining down.

  There was a padded bench, low and large enough to lay down on. But it wasn’t a bed. Not by a long shot. There were satin pillows… but iron rings, as well. And from high up the wall, a leather seat hung, suspended from a hinged iron arm. The straps were thick and heavy, and most of the seat was just open space.

  This is the room you wanted me to decorate?” I said faintly. “It looks like you’ve managed that already…”

  “It hasn’t been tested,” he answered, running his fingers over the bench. “I want to learn what you like… what excites you… I need you to perfect it.”

  “It’s like the Underground,” I said, shivering again.

  “Without the prying eyes,” he replied. He picked up a smoothly curved steel vibrator and a studded leather strap with a buckle at the end. His cock swayed heavily from side to side as he moved, and I felt a hot trickle run down the inside of my thighs. He glanced down, and back up with dark, shining eyes. He swung the seat closer… “Sit.”

  He was huge, looming over me, almost sinister… but with the emphasis on sin…

  And while my body was busy giving in to his demands, my mind was wrestling, trying to reconcile the man in front of me, touching me in a way that set my body on fire and making my reason slip away…

  One minute he’d been bright and gentle, throwing a stick on the beach for Miri, helping my daughter wash her seashells in the shallow water. The next, he was pulling me with him into a world of deep, dark pleasure. I closed my eyes and felt the slick touch of fabric against my wrists. His cock butted and prodded like a promise as he moved next to me. And deep down, I knew nothing could stop this. I needed everything he could give me… I was way too far in, to stop what was already in motion.

  My whole life had been nothing but complicated. How could I possibly expect this to be simple?

  “I’m not sure I…”

  “That’s why I need you to trust me,” he answered. He took me by the hips and slipped me into the swing. My weight made it bounce gently…

  As my ass slipped downward, I was folded almost in half. My thighs pushed against my breasts, forcing them up, mounding them under my collarbone. He took my wrists gently, giving me a chance to object… but I was too far gone to resist, too excited to stop. Part of me was terrified, but it only seemed to heighten my need. He slipped a loop of soft fabric around my wrists and bound them carefully to the strap over my head.

  “This goes inside you, angel,” he said, holding up the smooth steel shaft. “And this holds it in place.” He let the soft leather strap rub against one of my nipples. “This, you use to control the intensity.” He put a small object in my hand and I could feel the button. “One click, every time you want more,” he said. “I want to watch you do this… watch you pleasure yourself…”

  He slipped the vibrator in slowly, letting my tight pussy adjust and warm it. “You’re soaking,” he said, heavily. And I was breathing fast. He slipped the strap around my hips and tightened the buckle. Without it, my clenching body would have pushed the vibrator out…

  His eyes bore into me as he stepped back and leaned against the padded bench. “You have all the power in the world now,” he said, with a smile. “At the touch of a button.

  All the pleasure you want… or the power to stop it. You can let me watch your climax, or demand I release you and fuck you with this.” He gripped his huge erection in his hand. “You can ask for anything you want, Angel… and I’ll give it to you.” He stroked his hand up to the head of his rod and squeezed. His balls were huge and tight with his arousal. “You’re the one in control now…”

  For a moment, I was aware of little more than his cock and a feeling of weightlessness. I’d never felt so alive in my whole life. I was waiting on the edge, feeling desire and need I’d never dreamed of. And the dark edge drew me in even more…

  “Push the button,” he said.

  And I did.

  The sensation was gentle. But I was incredibly tight and already so close to orgasm anyway, that it made me suck in a noisy breath. I felt my eyes roll and saw Will’s huge cock swell even more. I pushed the button again. Once… twice more… each increment was small. I could find the perfect level…

  Something in his eyes gave me more courage than I’d ever had. I pushed the button again and felt my nipples go rock hard. My pussy pulsed, pushing against the steel inside me. But the strap held tight and rolling waves of pure pleasure rose inside my core. “I want to watch you, too,” I gasped. I pushed the button without even thinking. “Show me,” I demanded.

  And he gripped his thick cock harder and started to stroke. His legs were planted wide, the muscles in his legs clearly defined. His chest was broad and darkly tanned, his arms roped with muscle. Rock hard abs tapered to a vee and pointed downward… the head of his cock was dark and huge, glistening… He stroked hard and a thick drip of fluid swung from the tip.

  “Take yourself closer,” he said, focusing on my eyes. “It’ll make you even tighter than you already are…” I want to be in your mouth when you come the first time… but don’t take me over the edge with you…

  I want to be in that sweet pussy when I come, Angel.”

  19

  Will

  She cried out when she came, and the vibration of her voice on my shaft was almost beyond bearing.

  She was still engulfed in the last sweet waves of climax when I freed her of her bonds and wrapped her in my arms. I laid her on the soft, padded bench and stretched out over the top of her lovely, quivering body. I could see the muscles in her belly and thighs working and knew she was pulsing inside with rhythmic aftershocks. I eased myself inside her, aching to feel them.

  I moved in her slowly, soothingly, stroking the inside of her thigh, the smoothness of her belly. I buried my face between her breasts and breathed deep, drunk with her scent. My body was aching for release, but I let her body set the pace. She needed to slow, before she could build again… and experiencing her in the lull between orgasms was erotic as hell…

  “I feel almost outside myself…,” she said, faintly. “Like I’m floating…”

  “It’s from delaying your climax,” I said, burying my face in her neck. “From pushing the level of arousal incredibly high and then keeping it there.” I held her face in my hands, resting my weight on my forearms. I brushed my lips over hers. “We’ve only just broken the surface, sweetheart. The next one you’ll feel deeper in your core… The third one deeper still.” I pushed her hair up above her head so I could run my lips over her neck… under her ears.

  “I’m not sure I’d survive another like that…,” she said, but she lifted to meet me as my hips churned in slow circles. “I can’t even believe I’m here… and this is happening,” she gasped as I pushed in deeper. “I don’t do things like this…”

  “Do you really want me to stop?” I asked, knowing the answer just as well as she did. I could feel her muscles inside squeezing my cock and her already slick pussy was getting even wetter.

  “I think I might die if you do,” she said. “I’m just not sure I won’t come apart at the seams if you don’t stop… I haven�
�t felt like this…”

  “Since prom night,” I answered for her. “Neither have I…” I hilted myself to emphasize the last word and was rewarded as she caught her breath and her eyes darkened with growing need. “That fucking pink sash…,” I said, letting my thrusts grow longer and deeper.

  “I never did anything like that before…”

  “And you couldn’t forget how it felt,” I said, teasing my head against her cervix. I watched her eyes widen and pushed even deeper…

  “No…,” she breathed. “I still can’t forget…”

  I pushed her breasts together until her nipples were barely an inch apart and used my teeth to pull them into thick, erect nubs. Her breathing was coming faster and I felt my cock surge responsively.

  “You needed more,” I said, catching her in my teeth, sucking her into my mouth. I sucked hard and let her go with a wet sound that made her pussy clench me. “You came to the club to find it… You came here tonight to find it…”

  “I always had to be strong,” she said. “To keep it all together…” I rocked my cock and pulled a long stroke against her swelling upper wall. “Oh… God…”

  “And you needed someone else to be in control,” I finished.

  “I see below the surface, Angel. I know exactly what you need…” I cupped her ass in my hands and began a steady, throbbing rhythm inside her. “You ache to give up control because you ache to have someone you can trust.” I kissed her, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and exploring it with my tongue. “You never should have disappeared, sweetheart. If you had only let me show you…” I felt her body rise suddenly and she tightened around me like a hand…

  “Oh… God… I… I can feel the next one coming…”

  She was so wet now that I could hear my thrusts. She was writhing under me… reaching between our bodies to cup my balls, to touch my thick shaft as it disappeared inside her, again and again. I grasped her hand and drew it up, bringing our mingled scent up and licking her fingers. There wasn’t a single facet of her I didn’t crave… I needed every experience of her…