by B. B. Hamel
“I guess you read it,” he said finally.
“I skimmed it.”
“What do you think?”
I raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You’re not mad?”
“I’m mad,” he said. “I’m pretty pissed off. But it’s done. I would have told you about it eventually, and I guess it’s my fault for not hiding it better.”
“I’m really sorry. I know I violated your space.”
He shrugged. “So, what do you think about it?”
“It can’t be him,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “You shot him in the chest.”
“But the murders are him.”
I nodded. “I know.”
“So we have three scenarios here. One, Lester is somehow alive. I doubt that’s the case. Two, he was working with someone, which I also doubt.”
“Why?” I cut in.
He shook his head slowly. “Hard to explain. Sometimes when you’re deep in a case you start to think like the guy you’re chasing. I don’t think it’s possible to get any deeper into a case than I was with Seed. He doesn’t work with other people.”
“Okay. So what’s the third option?”
“A copycat.”
“Someone else killing like Seed did?”
He looked frustrated. “Yes. But there are details in the killings that weren’t released to the public, stuff a copycat shouldn’t know about.”
“Plus, why would they be killing around here?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I really don’t.”
We pulled into the office park and Easton climbed out of the car. I grabbed my coffee and followed him. I could tell that the conversation was over, but I was burning with more questions. My heart was hammering in my chest, beating wildly. I couldn’t believe he had opened up to me like that. Sure, he said he was mad, but he seemed more interested in getting my opinion about the case than anything else.
Did he respect me like that? I could never tell if he thought I was just some dumb kid or if he thought I actually had some potential. He was such an asshole most of the time that I was somewhat taken aback when he acted like a normal human being.
I followed him up into his office, but as soon as we were inside, he disappeared into the back room. I knew better than to follow him, so I set my stuff up at the desk and checked the messages.
I glanced up as he walked into the bathroom. A minute later, he came back with the file folder and plopped it down on the desk in front of me.
I stared up at him. “What?” I asked.
“Read it through.”
“Are you kidding?”
He came close to me and my mouth hung open. He tipped my chin up toward him, his eyes locked on mine.
“You might as well.”
“What do you want from me?” I whispered to him.
“Nothing. You’re my stepsister. My employee.”
“But what about—”
He grabbed my hair slightly and I gaped, stopping midsentence.
“You’re just a pretty cunt that I want to fuck over and over.”
“If that’s true, you wouldn’t want my opinion.” I paused as I caught the look in his eye. “You need it, don’t you?”
“I need something,” he whispered.
And then he crushed his mouth against mine, kissing me hard.
Everything else was forgotten in that instant as I stood and pressed my body against him, kissing him deep, our tongues running together.
12
Easton
I pressed her up against the desk, her ass halfway on the top as I kissed her hard.
I knew what I wanted. Laney was so much more than I had bargained for from the start, and she had slowly worn me down over the days. At first I’d thought she was some spoiled college kid with no knowledge of the real world, but as we’d worked together, I knew she was so much more than that.
I was pissed when she said she’d read the file. I was pissed at myself for leaving it out and at her for being a sneak. But really, it was better this way. It was better if all my bullshit was out in the open for everyone to know.
Now she knew what I was. She knew what I had done, what had happened to me. She knew my partner was dead because of my recklessness, because I had gotten into Seed’s case far too deep. She knew how we had all drowned.
And it only made me want her more. It made my fucking cock hard thinking about her in her short little skirts and her shirts that showed off her perfect tits. It made me fucking hard to imagine her sweet lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry.
I grabbed her computer and dropped it onto the chair. Then I swept all her shit off the top of the desk.
She laughed. “You’re cleaning that up.”
I bit her bottom lip and felt her tits. “Not a chance.”
“You can’t just make a mess.”
I slowly slid my hands down her front and slipped them under her skirt, up along her thigh and in between her legs. Her pussy was soaked through, her underwear already useless.
“I’m not the mess here,” I said as I began to gently rub her spot.
“Shit,” she gasped. “I am not a mess.”
“You’re soaked for me, Laney.”
“So what?”
“So, you’re a dirty girl trying to fuck her boss.”
“And her stepbrother. Don’t forget.”
She gasped as I kissed her neck and slipped my hand underneath her panties, feeling the slick folds of her skin and finally pressing my finger against her clit. I began to rub in soft circles and she shivered against me, letting out small moans that I stifled with my mouth.
I felt her hands lock behind my neck as she leaned back farther, and I pushed her up, pressing her back down onto the top of the desk. I quickly tugged her panties off and slid them over her shoes, tossing them away.
I climbed up on top of her and pressed my body down on top of hers, rubbing my hard cock between her legs.
“What if a client comes?” she asked between gasps.
“Let them see.”
“I thought you had to be at the sheriff’s?”
“Fuck the sheriff. Anything else?” I whispered as I began to rub her clit again.
“Just keep going.”
“That I can do.”
I was overwhelmed by her, by her sweet tight pussy and her incredible taste. I’d been thinking about taking her for days, thinking about fucking her right here in my office. I wanted to smell like her, to feel my cock slide deep between her, to make her back arch and her body stiffen as I fucked her deep.
I wanted to watch my thick cock slide into her, watch her face as she moaned with pleasure.
I slid back down her, standing at the edge of the desk.
“Don’t stop,” she pouted.
I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the desk. I spread her, looking at her perfect pussy as I began to slide my fingers inside her.
“Oh shit, Easton,” she groaned. “That feels so fucking good.”
“I’ve been thinking about this since we first met,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about how I’d fuck this tight little pussy until you screamed my name.”
“Oh god. I’ve wanted you too.”
“I know you did. I could tell I got you wet every time I saw you.”
“Keep going,” she said.
I moved my hands and suddenly dipped my head forward, kissing her thighs. I breathed her smell deeply. “I want to taste you.”
“Easton,” she moaned.
I slowly reached her wet clit and began to softly tongue her, lapping at her juices, licking her clit so agonizingly slow at first. I wanted to drive her crazy, wanted to take her to the brink and slowly nudge her over. I wanted her to come in my mouth.
I began to lick her faster, sucking her clit and pressing my fingers deep inside her. She reached down and grabbed my hair, moaning with abandon as I worked her clit. I could feel her whole body tensing in waves as I fucked her tight pussy with my fingers and ate her
clit.
“Fuck you taste good,” I said. “I love the taste of this pussy.”
“Easton,” she groaned. I could tell she loved it when I told her all of the dirty shit I thought about her.
I reached up with my free hand and felt her full breast. I kept working her like that, fucking her pussy, licking her clit, and feeling her breast. She was moaning my name over and over, which only made my cock rock fucking hard, practically begging to break out of my pants.
I wanted to fuck her then and there. I wanted to slam my dick hilt deep into her tight cunt, but I wanted to make her come first. I wanted to make her mine, and the best way was by getting her body off.
And I could tell she was close.
“Shit,” she groaned. “Keep it there.”
I kept moving my tongue around her clit, my fingers pressed deep inside her.
“Oh my god,” she said. “Stop, stop. I’m going to come.”
“Good,” I said, moving harder.
“Oh fuck. No, fuck me. Fuck me now.”
I loved that she was begging.
“You’re coming for me first.”
“Oh my god, Easton. I want to feel you fucking me,” she said.
I kept working her despite her wishes. I wanted to slide myself deep inside her as much as she was begging for it, but I was going to get what I wanted first.
I wanted to taste her. I wanted to hear her come, make her body go tense. Then she’d swallow my cock until I felt like fucking her tight cunt, over and over.
Her hands tightened on my hair. “Oh my god I’m so close,” she gasped.
I worked her faster, tongue rolling around her clit, my mouth sucking and teeth moving along her skin, my fingers deep inside her.
“Oh shit,” she groaned. “Oh shit, Easton,” she said as the orgasm came over her.
I loved the fucking moans she made as her whole body stiffened. I loved the way she said my name, over and over, low and deep, as I worked her pussy way over the brink.
I loved how her body was mine, mine, mine to do with whatever I wanted. She was in my hands and I had the power to make her come, to beg my name.
Slowly, the orgasm subsided. I slowed my pace down, fingers slipping from inside her, tongue moving up her thighs, kissing her skin.
She looked down at me as I grinned at her. “Wow,” was all she said.
Her face was flushed, and I don’t think she’d ever looked so fucking perfect.
“You taste like roses,” I said.
Somehow she managed to blush even more. “Shut up.”
“Come here.”
I pulled her up toward me and kissed her. I thought she might shy away from her taste, but she didn’t seem to mind, kissing me back deeply and passionately.
There was still fire left in her, I could tell. Maybe she’d gotten off once, but the way she began to fumble with my belt meant that she wanted more.
As she slipped my pants down around my ankles and reached down into my boxer briefs, I knew she was going to find plenty.
Her hands wrapped around my cock as she pulled it out, slowly sliding up and down.
“Is that what you want inside you?” I whispered in her ear.
“I’m not even sure it could,” she said back, biting her lip.
“You can take it. I’ll make sure you can.”
She slid down off the desk, moving me back a step. Her hands slowly moved up my length, using the pre-cum to slide smoothly.
“How will you do that?” she asked.
“First, I’ll make sure that pussy is soaked beyond soaking. You’ll be wetter than you ever thought possible.”
“Okay. That’s done.”
“Next, I’ll spread your legs wide, make sure you’re ready for me.”
“And then?”
“And then I’ll press the tip of my cock against you and slowly slide myself deep inside until you’ve taken every inch.”
She dropped to her knees, biting her lip. “And then?”
“Then I’ll slowly slide myself back and forth, grinding my hips against yours.”
She opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock between her lips.
I was practically ready to blow right there. I’d never been so fucking hard in my life, never wanted someone’s fucking tongue along the tip of my dick so much. I wanted her to swallow every fucking inch.
She began to suck me, working the tip with her tongue, sliding it in and out. I groaned and grabbed the back of her head, not able to wait anymore. I pressed her forward, pushing my cock into her mouth and throat, and she instantly responded by sucking me harder and faster.
I’d never seen someone so hungry for cock before, but Laney sucked me like a pro. Her hand worked the spit from her lips along my shaft as her tongue worked my tip, sucking me fast and hard.
She pulled me out and began to work my fucking sack as she jerked off my cock like an expert.
“Fuck, girl,” I groaned. “You suck cock like you were born to do it.”
She moved back to my tip, sucking me and sliding it deep into her mouth and throat. I began to fuck her face then, sliding my cock in and out.
I could feel the fucking desire run like hot fire through my balls. I was aching to burst. I wanted her to swallow my cum, to take every drop, and she was sucking my cock like she expected it. Her long hair swayed as her head bobbed back and forth, her mouth working my cock.
She wasn’t shy, that was for sure. I’d never expected it from her, but she was a fucking pro. Pure pleasure fire was rolling through my veins. After seeing that tight pussy up close and tasting her cunt, I was ready to go.
But you added in her incredible cock-sucking skills and I could barely hold back.
“Suck that cock, girl,” I groaned. “Suck out every drop. You want me to come right into your throat?”
She looked me right in the eye. “I want to swallow every drop of you.”
“Fuck,” I said, pressing her mouth back down on my cock. She sucked me hard and fast, working her hand.
She pulled back, taking a deep breath and jerking me off. “Come on, Easton,” she said. “Come in my mouth.” She looked me right in the eye. “Come for me, Easton. I want your cum.”
That fucking did it.
I pressed her back down and she went to work wildly.
I stood back as I felt the orgasm begin to build in the base of my cock.
She worked me, sucking and jerking.
“Keep going,” I said. “Keep sucking that cock. I’m going to come deep down your throat.”
She began to moan as she sucked me and I couldn’t stand it.
The orgasm burst through me. She took every drop of my hot cum, swallowing it like it was nothing. I couldn’t believe how greedy and incredible she was, working my cock like that.
Finally, slowly, the orgasm subsided, and she sucked off every last drop. She even cleaned me off with her tongue, smiling the whole time.
I pulled her to her feet. “You’re fucking incredible,” I said, kissing her.
And just as I felt my cock begin to stir again, the buzzer rang.
She looked at me and giggled. “Client is here.”
“Fuck the client,” I said.
“Come on, we need work.”
“Fuck,” I grunted. “Fine.”
“Better clean up.”
She grabbed her panties and slipped them on.
“You stall them.” I grabbed my shit and went into the bathroom.
My heart was pounding as I pissed and dressed.
I couldn’t believe her. Laney, my fucking stepsister, sucking my cock like it was the only thing in the world she wanted.
I put myself together and took a deep breath.
I walked back out into the main office.
“How can I help you today?” I said.
13
Laney
Easton parked the car in some shadows and cut the engine.
“Normally,” he said, “we don’t go out this quickly after
getting a case.”
“Why?” I asked.
“You need time to plan, to research. But Mrs. Smith said her cheating husband would likely be here today, so we have to follow it up.”
“Think that’s her real name?”
He grinned at me. “I don’t ask that sort of question.”
My body was still buzzing from hours earlier. Easton had come at me like a hurricane, his body pressed against mine. I could still feel the deep daggers of pleasure winding their way through my spine and taste him in my mouth. He was intense, strong, and so attractive that it almost made it hard to sit next to him without throwing myself across the seats.
As soon as Mrs. Smith had shown up, he was all business. It was almost like he hadn’t been eating my pussy out just a few minutes earlier and I hadn’t had his thick cock in my mouth. But the sly glance he gave me as we descended the elevator told me that it was as much on his mind as it was on mine.
At the time, any thoughts about him being my stepbrother were totally buried in the overwhelming desire I’d felt for him. I knew we weren’t really related or anything, but a relationship between the two of us would be a huge scandal. In a small town like Mishawaka, anything out of the ordinary was news.
And letting your handsome, dark stepbrother get you off on his desk was one of those things.
In retrospect, I couldn’t believe Mrs. Smith hadn’t said anything about the mess. We had just cleared off the desk, throwing papers and pens onto the floor, but she made no comment. It was almost as if none of it existed.
That made sense. In a private detective’s world, there were secrets within secrets and things you simply didn’t talk about.
“Where is he?” Easton mumbled to himself.
We had been sitting in the car, parked outside a hotel, for the last two hours. The sun was beginning to get low in the sky, casting long shadows across the lot. Easton had moved the car a few times, just to make sure we didn’t look suspicious.
He pulled out the picture Mrs. Smith had given us and looked at it again.
“Busy,” I said. “Cheaters aren’t exactly punctual.”
“That’s the thing. They usually are.”
